I live alone. Well, alone with my 6 month old. I don't have much interaction with the outside world now. Sometimes people take advantage of me. I am weak and useless. I am ready to end my life right now. I see the logic in that I should be there for my daughter, but I think someone else could raise her better than I can. I have nothing to look forward to. I have lost everyone and everything in my life outside these walls. If I were to commit suicide, it would take weeks for anyone to find me and it would probably just be my landlord wondering why I haven't paid her greedy pocket her money. It is a strange feeling to know that it doesn't matter if I live or die and that no one would really care. I have tried a couple medications and I think I have PPD on top of a book of mental disorders. I am also a psychology student, or I was, until I dropped out this semester after getting my worthless AA in liberal arts. 25K down the drain. Haha, eff you financial aid! I will never pay back my loans, why? Because I will probably never get a job. Next stop, worthless, homeless bum without my kid living on the street trying to get high or something -- or maybe I'll grow a pair and end my life now before suffering any longer. Right, but that'll never happen. But let me be real for a moment, what will REALLY likely happen is that I'll think I get better, and then I get worse and better and then worse and better... it'll just be a cycle. All the while, I am mediocre and totally alone forever.