Life is getting harder and harder. It seems that nothing is really going right. Things are piling up and I feel like everything is out of my control. I lash out at people I love over little things. It hurts so much. Sometimes I think I'll snap and just end it. Right now the only reason I'm still here is because I'm afraid and I fear that I'll end up in Hell. Maybe I'll end up there anyway. I'm looking for reasons why I shouldn't end the misery.