Why am I still here? There is no point in life, for me. There is no reason for me to still live here, to try each day. i am done. I keep on trying, trying to get better but I fail, & nothing helps me anymore. Nothing gets my mind of it. I try I talk to my friends,play with little kids, walk my neighbors dog(i love dogs), listen ti music, etc. Nothing helps. I so desperately want to be dead. I imagine it, I dream about it, I fantasize it. It doesn't bug me anymore...it comforts me. Knowing I can be gone.