Sad to say, but constantly I’m fighting the thoughts of trying to leave this world and venture off into the next life. I’m not happy. I honestly don’t remember the last time I was genuinely happy. I’m stressed everyday and I’m constantly trying to repress any feelings of remorse that I feel. I push my feelings to the side to make others happy. I don’t talk to anyone because honestly who wants to listen to me at the end of the day? I take my time to listen to others, but I’ll put my feelings aside because I just notice I get tuned out. Then it gets back to me because people always get on me about not sharing my life with them. I’m just unhappy. I’m falling deeper and deeper into this hole that I dug myself into. Everyday I’m playing it off like I’m okay, but I’m not. I go out by myself nowadays and tell everyone I’m with friends. I push myself to go home and not drive somewhere random and get lost. I feel useless half the time. I can’t help my dad with his cancer, I lost most friends, and soon I will lose myself in all the depression. I pray it get better, but it just gets worse. I honestly don’t know how much more I can take before I just take that jump.