Everytime I think I'm through it, I get back into depression. I hit the bottom of the barrel last night and I thought it was time to end it all. I called the crisis line and it kept me alive for one more night. I can't stop thinking about my ex. I can't stop thinking about what it was like when I was happy, when I was loved. I feel so alone. I am alone. No one cares about me and my problems. I just feel like a burden for everyone around me. I hate myself and what I have become. I'm supposed to take an appointment tonight for professionnal help but in the end I doubt that'll help at all. If it fails, I don't know what I'll do. I'm scared.