I feel i'm right at the end of the road, i reached a point where i'm just so tired... tired of walking, tired of talking, tired of breathing. I feel like i'm walking through a dark endless tunnel alone. Yesterday I broke, my mind was screaming to just end it. but i didn't take action, because i knew how my few very close friends would feel if i did. i don't want them to go through that, but i don't know what to do then, because i just can barely take another day of living like this. it's so selfish of me to think this way. but i know that my friends, and everyone will do just fine without me later on in the future...
but of part of me if telling me to end it, and a part of me is telling me to not. and the part of me that is telling me to not do it, is the reason i'm typing up this message right now. i'm not sure how this will help me, but i guess i feel the tiniest bit better venting about this