I guess one of the worst things is I feel it killing me, I cant eat half the time when I am hungry because of anxiety digestive ***** and i can never get any rest and really what is the point to keep going hope for eventual happinesss or at least satisfaction of some kind in life? well I am sick of waiting for that so screw it all. I really dont want to die at twenty five but what else is there, i admit I am afraid of trying to off myself but feel it is inevidable regardless of treatment I might get there is nothing to really stop the crap in my mind. the oter day I had thoughts of you should just kill yourself and get it overwith well hard not to listen to that crap when it wont leave you alone