Or I should be. I have nothing. No stable place to stay. No good friends. No job. Nothing. I've been in this situation for five years, jumping from one temporary situation to another and I can't get my life together. I'm tired of struggling and getting nowhere. I'm tired of unfulfilled promises. I'm tired of having to put so much effort to get so little out of it. I'm just.... tired. I was crying and cutting myself yesterday morning. Only one thing brought me out of it: I can end it all. I started day dreaming about taking a bottle of sleeping pills before bed one night and, suddenly, I started feeling better. Like my problems didn't matter anymore because no matter how screwed up my life is, it will all be over soon. As of now, it's only a matter of when. That's the only thing I haven't decided yet. Probably soon. Before August, at very least. Likely this weekend or sooner. I don't know. I just want peace and can't seem to find it in life.