So here I am... After vacations from work because I went to a shrink and he was so scared that I no longer cry or get sad when I talk about committing suicide. Really, It was 2 years ago... The word suicide and then I began to cry but no more. Suicide... just my plan: method, place, day, suicide notes, financial transactions. It's something abstract. Maybe I no longer have feelings. Now I am seeing another shrink, a woman, she is better but still she doesn't understand I just don't wanna live anymore. Again, the same "excuses" for them why I should not commit suicide: " Oh JE (My initials), you're just 22, you got a great job at a bank, you speak 3 languages, have college degree" Look. I wanna die. That's all. Now my best friend knows this... he is kind of upset with me because the suicide topic hurts him (His uncle committed suicide 4 or 5 years ago and It's painful for him). He's my bro and he loves me but he is deceived now because of this. In the end... It's just like the song says (a song in Italian): "I'm just taking a train"