I can't stop thinking about committing suicide lately. I have so many friends and family that I know would miss me. I have so much to live for. I have so much left to accomplish in life. And yet I still feel so overwhelmed, so all alone. There isn't a single person I can talk to who I feel won't judge me for feeling depressed and feeling suicidal and that makes me feel pretty fucking miserable. I'm on the verge of going from thinking about suicide as a concept to thinking about methods again. Goddammit, I feel like such a miserable piece of shit. My cynicism is really getting the best of me and it seems as though everything is working out for everyone around me except for me and I don't think it ever will. I'll just die alone and poor, leaving behind nothing but debts and a jar of ashes.