Not that any of you care, because after all, when anyone reveals any personal information on the internet, they're either a child molester or an attention whore, right? Well, anyway. My name's Rob. I've only just begun suffering from serious thoughts of suicide in the past few days. A lifetime of keeping secrets has left me emotionally drained - I just can't hide it anymore, but I have to for fear of losing my livelihood. My family and "friends" don't understand my feelings anymore than the Vatican does. To them, suicide is something left to those kids that wear too much eyeshadow and listen to really crappy bands. Normal people don't even consider it. Well, I have, and I am. I've thought it over and I'm totally comfortable with the idea of death. I'll just cease to exist ... the ultimate solitude. Frankly, I used to be terrified by the idea, but the longer I've thought about it, the less scared I become. It would be a relief from the shame, frustration, and anger I feel on a daily basis. I'm ... just really tired, you know? Sorry for boring you, but I needed to vent.