i'm done with this. i thought my life was great. my boyfriend is amazing, familys getting along, awesome friends.. i guess i was wrong. about everything. i've cried so many times over little things that my boyfriend does and he doesn't even know. he'll never know. he'll never understand what i deal with every day. my friends aren't helpful anymore. they use to help me when i was depressed, but i guess they gave up on me too. my family is fighting more and more. i'm sick of it. the only way out is for me to end my life. that or run away. but where would i go? it's fucking snowing outside. i have almost no warm clothes. fuck it. i'm done. i hate this.