I don't know how much longer I can go. This will probably turn into a rant, but oh well. I don't know what to do. I have no reason to be here, all I do is go to school and come home. I have no friends, I can't make friends, I can't even talk to people properly. Recently started seeing a therapist, I told of my suicidal thoughts, but downplayed it quite a bit to where it isn't taken into consideration. I feel like I lied to the therapist and to my mom, both of them being in the room. I let my mom down, she started crying right there. I just wish no one cared about me even in the slightest my parents do so I would have no reason to give it a second thought. I want to go. Drift off forever. Every day I wake, and I cry. Every day. No exceptions. I cry to sleep and I cry when I wake, everything is saddening. Get an A on that paper? Oh well, you could have gotten an A+ you stupid fuck. Going to end up homeless. Perhaps homeless isn't a bad thing. A year of separation would make people forget about me and then I could go without causing anyone any harm. And there wouldn't be anyone personally to pay for my choice. I don't know what to do. I don't think I can go on with the exponential growth of the sadness that seems to take over.