Every day I get more and more tired of having to exist like this, working 12 hour days 5 days a week just to survive, piling up debts I know I'll never be able to pay off just to be able to get to work and not starve to death

I lay awake at night thinking about how nice it would be to finally be free of it all, yet everything I do I know that some people would be sad, and I hate that. I hate that my only reason for staying alive is that some people would miss me for a while. Some day I hope I wake up and just don't care what people will think so I can finally go through with it..one day I'll get the guts