Every morning I wake up and try to think of at least one thing that is worth living for.. I never find a reason. I spend my days in a depressive stupour while terrorised by cloaked devils and shouted at constantly by the voices in my head. I am drinking to try and make it stop, but it only works for a while. My Father is a violent, abusive alcoholic, I never know how much to trust my Mother, I love my boyfriend but I really want to be apart from him. I can't do my degree, I can't work, I can't do anything. Why exactly should I carry on with my pointless exsistance?