Now I'm on watch. I'm so ready to just let it go. Everything. WHY?! Is that the only question left unanswered? I truly don't see the point in living. Honestly. And it hurts me so much. So fucking much. I can't help it. I'm just done with it. It boils down to life, kids, death. BUT I don't want to pass on these depressive traits. I'd rather it stop with me. I'm scared. But at the same time, I've never been so ready.