I’ve always wanted to die my whole life, And I’m only 15, and it’s always been like this. No matter what I went through, how happy it would make me it always went back to these feelings. I have no fear in death or dying, I find that even if I died what would become of it? Nothing would change, life would continue and my death would just become a nuisance to my friends and family. But the feeling of dying keeps coming back even though I know there’s no point of dying. I’ve tried therapists, talking to friends, but it still doesn’t matter I keep ending up in that same ditch I was to begin with. I’ve just been bottling up my feelings and I’d let out little bursts of my emotions and its making it worse. I feel like dying would be amazing and pointless at the same time. And Jesus I just hate these emotions and me for feeling them.