About six months ago, I tried to commit suicide, but I survived. I have no intentions of trying again, so I'm not actually suicidal anymore, but sometimes I really wish I hadn't survived. There's absolutely no reason for me to still be here. There's no one in my life who needs me, and I don't have anything to work towards because I've already failed at every life goal I've ever had. I'm badly in debt, and I have no freedom because I can't afford a car and am totally dependent on other people. I feel lonely because no one cares about me, but at the same time, I'm stressed because my roommates are always around and I never get to be alone. Lately I've been feeling very emotional, but I can't let it show because if people found out how messed up I still am, I could lose my job and my roommates, and be even worse off than I am now.

It seems like the only thing that matters is getting through each day, but I don't know why, because there is never anything better about the next day. It's like I'm fighting a battle that I know I can never win.