I don't want to be here. What's the point of waking up in the morning if you're never going to amount to anything? I'm nothing but a parasite. I depend on others to survive but all I bring to them is pain. I bring so much pain to the people I consider to be close. Just last week, my friend was pushed into a busy highway, and it was all my fault. If it wasn't for me, he'd be here, right now , telling me everything is going to be okay rather than being in a vegetative state. Everyone I appreciate gets hurt, and I'm sick of it. I don't deserve to be here. I'm just another reason why this world has gone to shit. But Why am I still here? Why can't I let go? Whats keeping me here? That part, I don't know. But as soon as that string breaks, as soon as I lose that motivation to survive, I'm ending it. I'm ending it all.