This past year or so has been difficult, even more so this past month. I began with feeling angry all the time, and when that became too taxing, I began to not care about anything. I wake up everyday disappointed that I have to go through another day in this world I don’t feel I have a place in. Obviously I have things that I “need” to do, courses, eat, workout, but it’s all for what? My happiness? I don’t want to have a career, I don’t want to be bound to one thing, I don’t want to be part of this cycle that never ends. I’m carrying this heavy burden within and no one has noticed. I know they’ll all question why I did it, if i did, saying things like, “but she didn’t seem suicidal,” and cry about the fact that they didn’t do anything to stop it. but here I am, right now, making it clear I need help, but all they can see is their daughter, who isn’t like herself, who’s irritable, anti social but has big plans for herself, or at least that’s what they think.