Mediocre night, but another bad day going.

Apart from a bit more than usual amount of sleep, today was like every other day for the past month.
I can't prevent myself for thinking about taking my own life nearly every second I'm awake.
I'm just wishing and praying for a little more time, but I'm really really down.

I'm in the verge of tears behind my desk and I can't lift my sight from the floor.
I know that somehow I still have it in me to make it through work and to go home.
I have to.