The week of bad news and bullshit continues. Im back to wanting to run from it all, to just pack a few belongings and leave everyone Ive ever known behind. Im torn between that and taking the final step over the edge and just ending it. Im tired, Im wore down and I cant keep fighting anymore. I feel like everytime I get somewhere with myself, or do something for just me, a hundred bad things follow it and I just cant take it anymore. Ive tried and Ive fought and Im tired of fighting for everyone else. I want to say fuck it and just fight for myself and only myself but I cant deal with the regret that would come with leaving the family I do have behind, even if they probably wouldn't notice a difference. I cant keep going and I feel like no matter how far I get in life theres just another set back so whats the fucking point. Im done. I want to leave.