Not quite sure how to title this one.

I have just about had it with everything and everybody. All my life, people have used me. My own mother treated me differently. I don't know if it' my name or the way I look as a result of that car accident as a child. I was in the doctor's office last Friday for a routine checknup and he wanted to know how I was feeling. Well, I told him. I even mentioned thoughts of wanting to die. As a result, that bought me an extra hour in his office. They brought in a monitor where I got to talk with a lady from behavioral health. That helped a bit, but not much. I'm tired, I'm alone, and I'm just ready to call it quots and say "fuck it all" and be done with it.