Every night I go to bed hoping that I won’t wake up, and every morning my first thought is the hope that I won’t make it home that night. I’m so tired of existing all alone. My family abandoned me years ago and I tried to make it on my own, but when you don’t have anything to live for there’s no incentive to keep trying. I decided a few weeks ago that I wouldn’t live to have suffered through 23 years of being alive. I have 85 days left to live and it is such a relief to know that it will be over soon.