Love is ruining my life. I know I make bad decisions but yet I make them. I want to kill myself but simply can’t push myself to. It’s the one thing I want. Everyone around me would be better off without me. My friends are a joke. And to my family I’m a nobody. Anyone else feel like they can relate? This isn’t a rant. It’s a description of my day to day experiences. Life is beautiful but when you can’t do anything you want or do anything right what’s the point.