I go on mental health trips when I feel like it’s the end of the world for me, that i’m going to be alone again, and when I need to see a life outside of my own. This time I want to drive to a new city &amp; kill myself there. I want to leave the life I am living. Leave the people that have made me feel so disgusting for good, I’ve been rejected my whole life. I’ve given pieces of myself to people I trusted and loved so much, only to be thrown away. I don’t know who I am anymore. I want to kill myself, it’s all I can think about. I can’t see a light at the end of this tunnel. it’s a dead end.