I don't know what to write. Most of my time is spent talking with people in chat. I have trouble posting on other people's threads because I don't know what to say to make them feel better. Well. Where to start. I guess, ill just give a brief overview on me. My name isn't really James wood. Its more an alias to protect my privacy. But calling me James is just fine. First thing to know about me. I am an excellent liar. For me, telling lies comes as easy as breathing. And when I say lies, i mean important lies. I don't mean i excel at covering up who ate the last piece of cake. Im talking about when someone looks into your eyes and asks if your ok. I Could convince anyone that im dandy as hell. That i look forward to each coming day. I do however, never lie to other ppl about any issue other than my depression. That is to say. My lies only concern myself. I would never lie about other people. In other words, If I ever talk to you on here, and I tell you that I care about you, and I hope the best for you. Know that I am telling the TRUTH! For many years I was able to lie even to my family. Not even I however, could keep this up indefinitely. Even family tend to notice when you eat nothing and stay in bed for a week or so. So that's all I've got. The only positive thing I can say about myself, is that I can lie to people about how much I HATE myself. I am repulsed by myself. It would take too long to go into detail in this subject. But, to give a brief overview. I was born into a country that respects human rights. I was born into a loving family, with money and supplies to put a roof over my head, and food on the table each night. What right do I have to feel the way I do, when i was born into such luxuries. My family assists me by paying hundreds of dollars for therapy, and even meds when my own wallet runs dry. There are people overseas who dont even live to hit puberty. Those are the people who deserve the money being spent on me. To see all this money wasted on someone as pathetic as me, when there are ppl far more deserving out there that could make good use of this money repulses me. Even my father has grown tired of me, and I feel as if he wants to hurt me out of frustration after he lost his temper with me one night and nearly hit me. Even reading peoples threads on here. I see people who have been abused, raped and assaulted. You are the people that deserve this systems care and attention. And to see that people have had these terrible things happen to them. To know that they lack the luxuries and the care that I have been shown makes me so sad. I feel like if i were to have an "accident", then these people, people like you reading this now. would get the care you deserve. That it wouldn't be wasted on me. Well that's my first thread over with. Iv got a lot more issue's apart from whats listed above, but i hope you can get the gist of it. Please take care and stay healthy. For anyone reading this, Im sorry for adding even more negativity to your life. Nobody need reply to me, I don't deserve it, and I just needed to write this all down in front of me, in the hope that it would make more sense.