I am constantly struggling with depression, every day is another uphill battle, and I won’t lie I hate it. I wish someone would just wrap me up in their arms tightly enough that I can’t move to hurt myself, but I know it will never happen. I am torn between wanting to live and be loved and wanting to die and be forgotten. I can’t choose but I can’t just let go. the last week of school I almost hung myself, no one found out except the guy who talked me out of it, we haven’t even talked since.