three years ago sometime this week, embarked my depression. i continue to live with it. every morning, waking up to a new and sad, day, thinking when i will die. i've been thinking about dying a lot lately, creating visuals in my head, jumping out of a moving car on a highway, feeling the shivers down my spine as i look down from a high building/ledge, the pain of my wrist as i slowly cut it, or the dizziness from the pills. sigh.