Cannot hope for anything in my life to get any better, have far too many illnesses to even count. No family, no friends and no money. Nothing left to lose since my precious cat died, so may as well go now, I'm done. By the way my name was Liz and I lived in the East of England and I meant nothing to anyone and I should never have been born. I had been used as an emotional punch bag all my life and it never got any easier even though I reached 53 years of age. I was used and abused, rejected and ignored. My biggest worry is my God. Will He forgive me. Can't wait to see my mum again.