Everyday is just a little worse then the last. I have a pile of SSRIs all lined up on my night stand inviting me too eat them all at once. A cry for help. A week in the phych ward followed by no one giving a fuck still. Don't get me wrong my parents try. I just cant help myself. Everyone would be better off if I was dead or not involved in there life. I just need to find the courage to kill myself. I have been told that I will feel much better after a make a final decision on death. All the worries and doubts will drift away and I will feel at peace with the absolute meaningless of this world. I hope that is true.

))) I care about you very much my young friend and I would not be better off without you.