I don't come from a dysfunctional family or anything like that. I have a loving, caring family. But yet I have nothing else other than that. I don't have many friends, and the ones I do have, don't really care about me. I'm just there, but serve no purpose. I'm not good at anything, and no matter how hard I try, I can't do anything right. I know lots of the people are here have bad families and whatnot. But, I don't. And yet every day I still wanna kill myself. There's some oxy in the cabinet and a gun in the closet. They're available for use when I'm ready. Every day I seem to be getting closer and closer to using them.