All I can hear is the sound of silence in my room. All I can listen to is the talks in my head. My hands are so weak to write this. My body is so weak to do the simple tasks at home. I feel so hopeless and desperate, and tonight the feelings are in their worst. All I can do is just crying. Yes, I'm that weak. Anything small can throw me into despair. I'm not equipped for this life. Mentally and emotionally I'm so fragile, and immature. I tried to do things differently to no avail. At this point I'm really tired, and I just want to go. My existence has no meaning. I'm just a number. I have no self-worth. No self-respect. How could others value or respect me? Even my parents want to use me for their own happiness. This life makes me sick. I'm in a self-destruction phase now, and I don't believe anything or anyone can save me. I just hope the journey is short, and home is close.