I sob all the time over basically nothing. I know it kills my boyfriend to see me like this. This crippling depression just goes and goes. Who knows? Maybe I'll be better tomorrow. I just keep thinking of ending my life. The only thing stopping me is that it would shatter people's lives. Lives that deeply care about. I thought about how I felt when my friend killed himself, I though about my grandma killing herself because she couldn't bear to live without her husband. My technical theater teacher around that same time wrote a suicide note and then jumped off the school building. I can't just be another suicide that destroys live... but I just want out so bad...