I'm tired of living. I want to die, but I can't seem to kill myself. I wake up every day and hope that today is the day that it finally happens. I'm not religious, but I still beg God to kill me. I feel broken, but I also feel like I have no reason to feel this way because I have a good life and others have it worse than me which causes me to think I might be faking my depression. I wish my parents never adopted me and picked someone else. I don't deserve to have them and the life they've given me. All I've done over the last couple of years is disappoint them, and I hate myself for hurting them so much. All my friends have moved on with their lives, and I'm stuck in the same place as when I graduated high school. I've lost the few people I consider friends, and now I'm all alone again. I have no one and deserve no one.