Everything is tearing me up right now. I'm so affected, my health, my parents, that guy. What is all this shit ? I'm feeling so comfortable with the idea of ending my life. I'm so fatigue every single day. Why ? What have I done to end up in this state ? Why can't I have just a simple thought as having the actions of happiness. What's happening ? Looking everyone catching their breath easily, it's tough for me catching one single whiffs just being solitude, alone. Just sitting, penny thoughts I decided to choose this path. I could not regret, it's not in my dictionary. My overpowering desire to destroy myself completely.. A part of me wanted some sort of divine intervention yet another part of me wanted confirmation that my decision to take my life was the right one. Totally embrace the darkness completely. And, I was certainly losing the little stability I had. I just want to spend some time living in solitude, just give me a fresh breather I need as I pleas for help. Being optimistic, I know good things will come back to me eventually.. I hope ?