I am tired of living in a world that puts people down for being kind/sensitive and upholds those who are cruel. I am sick of being told to have thicker skin because I cry when people put me down online. I attempted a few times as a teenager. I’m now a young adult living with my boyfriend, and I frequently feel the urge, but I try to push it away because I don’t want to tell my boyfriend and scare him into watching me all the time, and I don’t have money for therapy. I am ashamed that I am an adult and still have these feelings, but I truly still—after years of battling these feelings—see nothing to look forward to. I want it to end but I don’t want to do that to my boyfriend and my parents; however, I’m sick of staying alive solely so I don’t hurt the people I’m closest to. It feels like it should be my right to die. I wish I’d never been born.