I'm ordinary. Plain, simple human being with problems just like anyone else on this earth. I am no one special, no one anyone will remember. I have failed 3 suicide attempts in the past 6 months. I have been diagnosed with major depression, like so many others on this earth. I cry myself to sleep at night in hopes I will wake up the next day as a different person in a different house with a different life. After all that has happened to me I somehow still believe in love. Its the only thing thats kept me believing, but its also what has destroyed me. Seems I am never enough for anyone, I always make mistakes, Its always my fault. I'm pathetic, worthless and useless, so why am I still alive? I'm tired. Tired of building myself up only to be torn down by everyone. I'm tired of never being what others expect me to be. I'm tired of feeling guilty for being myself. I'm tired of hiding. I'm tired of having this big rage building up inside of me because of how the world has treated me. This is how serial killers are born people. Its a sad, sad world.