I hate asking people for help, but I need help.
I want to die. The memories of my past haunt me overwhelmingly soo and home is not a home just a building. I want to quit, because everytime I move Im push back. Each day I live in a shell cutting me off from friends and what I desirve.
I dont see the point in me being here, alive i mean. I couldnt make an impact on someone and havent. My friend has once said that if I did commit suicide that their are a few who would be deeply hurt, and that I mean something to them. THat sounds nice but is it really enough.