I just feel like I have nothing worth living for. I'm sick of all the suffering I have endured. Dealing with anxiety and pressure is just too much for it. I feel like I'm failing at something, just not sure what. I feel like I'm not worth absolutely anything to anyone, no matter what I do, I just can't cope. I have self harmed, and I have attempted suicide before. I've been getting very suicidal recently, I've planned how I'm going to go, how I'm going to do it, and where I'm going to do it, to make sure nobody finds me. To make sure that this time, I'm successfully and nobody can reach me in time. I've planned where I'm going to leave notes, and when I'm going to write them. One of them, being left on my fathers grave, he will be the last person I visit before I go, just to let him know I'm on my way. I don't see the point of me being around anymore?