I wish I could just die on most days. I am twenty-one, I have an average family, I have a boyfriend. They thought they knew all about me but little did I know that my mental health was not okay, and I was always screaming inside for me needing help. But they didn’t understand my situation. I wish I could die on most days so that I won’t hurt them anymore because of the pain, pressure, anxiety and depression I am experiencing at wanting someone who will understand me without comparing their feelings. I want them to be aware of what I genuinely feel. I don’t want my life anymore. I feel cold and lonely.