It doesn't matter how many people tell me they would miss me or how many people guilt me into staying. It doesn't matter how many times I think this will pass too. It doesn't matter what everyone says. I still want to end it. It doesn't seem worth it. It doesn't seem like I can handle it. I know that people will hurt and be in pain with my absence but it doesn't matter. I can hope that eventually their pain will lessen and become bearable but my pain is permanent. I cannot escape from this cruel reality. What does it take for me to just throw in the towel? Will I ever have the strength?