It’s every day that I think about suicide and most days I don’t want to be here. I always wonder what it would be like without me here and I just don’t feel I matter as much. It’s almost as if I was cursed with this mental illness. Nothing good happens to me and everything I have goes to waste. No one cares, no one stays. Even I feel I’m losing myself in the sense that I’m starting to hate everything about me. I feel I’m not destined for anything good…


***Why are these thoughts so frequent?***