I'm officially done.

I'm the type of person who has talked others out of suicide, but I have a hard time doing it for myself. I truthfully will reassure everyone how lovely, beautiful, amazing, wonderful, and precious they are, just because I don't want them to feel the way I do; The complete opposite.

People say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, maybe. I wasn't killed, but I've been dead for far longer than I remember.

I'm done. If this is how my life is going to be. I don't want it anymore.