If I didn't have any family I could just end it now, but the pain and suffering it would cause them is what keeps me here, imprisoned in this life. I couldn't do that to them but I am horribly depressed right now and can't see any light at the end of the tunnel. I have no direction in life, hardly any qualifications, I've lost all my friends, I am a lonely, sad little person. It's as though I'm being made to live my life as some sort of punishment. And for wanting to die I feel horribly, horribly guilty, almost sick with guilt.

I am burdening my family just by existing, but I don't think they realise that... they would be so much better off without me. I don't know what to do any more, I'm sick of this life, I don't want to feel this way.