I think about suicide everyday without fail. It makes me cry thinking back on my life but I've always known deep down there was never going to be a happy ending for me. I was cursed from birth to be sad, miserable, and lonely. The only thing stopping me is how much of a mess I would leave behind. I would probably throw out all my stuff first. I just want to disappear silently like I never existed. I wasn't supposed to ever be here.