As I sit here I think to myself. Is life genuinely worth living. What’s the point when everywhere I look there’s sadness. Do I truly want to be alive. What really lies ahead for me. Misery? Happiness? Wealth? Death? I want to continue living and I want my friends and family to be happy but what about me. Will I ever leave this place? Will I ever be able to regain my happiness? Will this constantly fear of being judge by myself or other will ever go away.  I want to be able to provide for people to need me. Will I ever get help? Who is out there that can truly understand my life. I want there to be a solution but I’m afraid that will never come. What else should I do. Work til I die or die now. I wish my mom was here. I think she would know what to do. I have no one…