I hate my life and almost everything about it. I want to die, but I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. I know I would disappoint my family, but everyone has a breaking point. At some point I will be unable to live my life just to keep others happy. It's not a matter of "if," but "when" I finally do it. I feel like I'll get the courage when my parents are gone. My brothers will be upset, but they have their own lives and can deal with it. I really just want to end it all but I'm too cowardly. My desire to stop living is greater than my desire to live.