I keep putting a tough front and tell people I’m okay, I’m happy. But inside, I just want to finish it, I don’t want to feel the pain anymore. I keep thinking how I should just be done with myself and jump off a bridge or get a knife… but then I think of all the people who have bigger problems than I do.

I don’t deserve to cry or whine when people have it harder. But I just can’t take it anymore. I need an out. Badly.