I'm stuck in this lonely existence. Frequenting the computer i'm using to type this very message, I don't have many tangible friends. Partly due to my self-diagnosed depression i'm failing my duties as a student and as a human being in general. I don't do anything important, and at best the most I do is hurt people. I love my family, and I have too big of a hope for a future to actually kill myself. Yet the thought and the anguish I feel lingers in my mind almost every day. I imagine myself at my own funeral; my family and friends crying above me, as I know they would. Yet I still have these thoughts, I can't change the way I am. My teachers, former friends, and even my own family at times tell me how worthless I am. I know i'm not, but sometimes they scream it at me so much and so loud I start believing it myself. I'm stuck. I can't shake these feelings. They say it gets better- I don't know if I can continue waiting, though.