Like most with depression, I’m lost. Everything I do is the wrong thing and my life has deteriorated. I have reached the point where doing something won’t help me and doing nothing won’t help me. I have reached the pinnacle of my frustration in life and I have no idea where to go from here. I’d like to end my life but I’m afraid to die. Afraid to live. Afraid to die. I exist in maximum discomfort at all times. There’s no way to make it stop. I am exhausted and in pain. No person or method can change this. I’m fucked. This existence is fucked.