I'm so sick of the voice in the back of my head that practically begs me to commit suicide. I can think about all of the reasons why I should be alive and I can even decide not to do it. But it doesn't matter because the desire to do it is always there. I can also try to make friends but I can't do that either. I am such a horrible friend and I know it is only a matter of time before they get sick of me. It probably already happened. Let's see if they still want to hang out with me. I doubt it. I know that happy people do not want to be around suicidal depressed people. Its very possible that soon I will no longer have any friends at all. :sad: