When I was 14 years old I made a prediction that if my depression kept going the way it is, I will kill myself by age 30. I'm 21 now. My depression has gotten worse year by year. I'm now hoping to just fucking make it to 22.

I'm so sick of being this fucking weak. Everyone suffers. I know for a FACT I'm privileged. I know for a FACT people would kill to live the life I have the opportunity to live. 

Yet every single day I fantasise about slitting my throat.