Somehow, I mananged to get through another day yesterday. The little things kept me busy, but didn't keep the suicidal thoughts away. To the few people I interacted with, I put up the appearance of making the best of a few difficult years. In between the little things, I can't stand the weight of my situation, of my life. It's numbing to the point of paralysis. I feel overwhelmed by the problems hanging over my head. My fear, my procrastinating-nature, and just who I am make facing my problems and my life seem impossible. The kind people of this forum have adviced that things will get better, and try to stay positive. It has helped, but the pessimist in me is too wrapped up in the bad reality I'm seeing myself in. Still, it was another day.