I honestly don't see why I cling to "life" so much. I have no friends, no family, I haven't been sleeping, haven't been eating, I'm working at a job I hate so I can make just enough money to not starve. I don't have any relief from this, except for the occasional television I use to keep myself from thinking and all that does nowadays is just make me feel hopeless. And to top it all off, I'm having sleep paralysis episodes and trying to answer some questions from my past to no avail. I'm not living, just existing. I have this sense of doom looming over me but maybe I shouldn't be so scared of it, maybe I should just accept it. I'm tired of being scared of everything but having nothing I really care for. I just don't see how this is living.