I Think About Killing Myself

Lately, I think about it everyday. The thought is so calming to me. I know how. If I didn't have to think about my son, I would. But as soon as I figure out that situation, I will probably give it shot. I don't know yet. I'm just tired of everything. The endless pain, the constant stress. I don't see how it is going to get better. I can hope it will, but my experience so far has been that no matter how much hope and work I put toward making it better, it's always the same. So I hold on. One more day. I just go through the motions of life.

The ironic part is, most people who "know" me would consider so well-adjusted and happy.