I am just so tired. I do not want to hurt my family or my friends, I do not want to become more of a burden dead than I am alive. But I do not want to be here anymore. No part of me wants to live and the only reason I am is to protect others. I can’t keep living just to make others happy. I haven’t wanted to live since I was in 3rd grade, I am now a sophomore in college. Yes, look at how far I have come. You can tell me to keep going. I don’t want to. I want my family to understand that I just need to die. Help isn’t helping, I don’t even want it to. I just want to leave and finally be at peace, be with my father and my dog up in heaven.
It would break my family, but living is breaking me.
I wish they could understand and accept it so I could say goodbye, leave them knowing they did nothing wrong.