I cannot say that I have ever been particularly suicidal, though rather lately it has been utter disarray. And frankly, it is nearly impossible to pinpoint a single contributing factor towards such a mess. To me, there is nothing more frustrating than an unsolvable problem, yet they seem to multiply in number each and every day. Sometimes, I feel nothing but resentment towards God, as nothing ever seems to work appropriately anymore. Every day is the embodiment of Murphy's Law, and it is hardly even a matter of luck, really. To an extent, it is of my own decisions in choosing to remain in my home city for the time being, though it is the most financially stable decision for obtaining the future that I desire. Yet it shall be a minimum of two years until I may as much as leave my home city, much less the country altogether. My ambitions were always to start new elsewhere, yet I am continuously dragged back to the same place every time.