The only person I ever trusted with my secrets, or ever asked to help me hasn't helped in the last week, although I told them I desperately needed to talk to them on Monday. To top things off, the doctor found out that I was severely depressed and self-harm myself. You see, I was supposed to get a needle. But I went for a full check-up. Urine sample, body inspection. Now I'm fucked big time. Anti-Depressants, "Professional Help"... You know what I realized? I'm one person, who simply can never live up to the standards imposed on me. Why waste my best friends time? Why be a drain on the taxpayers money for drugs(Canadian, heh...)? Why get help? For the past 16 years, I've lived a pretty terrible life. And that probably sounds very lame. But I can only pretend to be happy for so long before it all falls down, and to put it simply, I'm not worth it. I'm one person, in this huge world. I don't want to waste anybodies time or money. So, this is the end, I suppose, unless there is some divine intervention (Which I doubt very much). See you all in a better place.