I've had a tragedy of some sort happen every year for four years straight. Each ones gets worse and worse. Right now, absolutely nothing makes me happy. Nothing is really keeping me here. There are people I really care about, but it's almost as if it's not enough anymore. It's like nothing is going right, almost as if it's all leading to something even worse than what's happened before. Like foreshadowing. I'm so stressed that I can barely eat, and so anxious that I can barely sit still. The tiniest things make me want to die. To me, it's like I should just die already. Things get better for a little, but it never sticks.