Felt hopeful yesterday, one of my teachers bought me bandages and neosporin for my arm, which I thought was amazingly sweet. Unfortunately the happiness can never last that long, and now I'm back under my cloud. I want to give up so bad. I'm really intent on staying alive for my grandma, but honestly its getting to a point where I'm questioning if it's even worth it. In peace comes happiness, and I can only find peace if I'm not fighting on this goddamn planet anymore. I'm feeling pretty hopeless today.