I'm not gonna do it so don't exaggerate in the comments but I want to die. I tried once before and my best friend got me to the hospital in time. They diagnosed me with severe depression and PTSD and gave me meds. They tried to help. I see a future for myself, I know it's attainable. The thing is I don't want to. I don't want to do any of it. I'm so tired, and I may be able to move forward but my past is always there. The molestation, the absent father, the drug addict sister, the not one but two pedophile brothers, the broken brother, the emotionally and verbally abusive and insensitive mother, the twisted family with 1000 things wrong with it. Then there's me, I'm so broken all I do is find ways to hurt myself. Not physically but I do hurt myself. Or at least that's what my therapist says. He says the stealing and the sex with random older men is my way of hurting myself. I'm tired though and I'm stuck with this past and that sucks. I won't try again but if a bus were to hit me I'd die appreciative.