I don’t know who to really go to, because it seems like I’m fighting all by myself. It seems that I’ve grown apart from my peers and family. Like I’m not even there. It’s hard for me to maintain a good sense of positive mental health, and it gets to the point of where I’m here talking myself out of suicide to a group of people that don’t even know me /: the way I feel is the emptiness you feel in your chest after everything you love has been taken and ripped out of your arms. I feel abandoned and used. I don’t feel the same way I did when I felt everything was worth it. Because we all die anyways, why should I have to battle thru all of this