Disappointed my family considerably and was almost homeless. Upon being home for less than 24 hours and pretty much going back to shitsville, a lot of the emotions and thoughts I had as a child are resurfacing, though in milder quantities. I'm thinking of just going for it. My being here merely consists of burdening the same people over and over again. Everyone would be sad, but they'd move on after a while. Ultimately, my death wouldn't wreck too many lives I don't think. Everyone I know is strong enough to get over my death except my Girlfriend I think. If anything, she's the only one keeping me here. Even in death, I feel that I wouldn't be able to bare putting her through it. I just feel low for thinking about it, but being here is more or less beyond taxing of my mind. I can't do anything right here. I've never done anything right here, so why be here? I'm just a dreamer that wants to sleep.