I'm not sure when the feeling of wanting to die turned into a complete obsession. If you asked me anytime before this year, I could point out to you all the things that made me feel this way. I could name every injustice, every act of abuse, molestation, and cruelty I've faced by the hands of family and peers. But, as time went on and the list grew longer, the specific reasons and details blurred. Now, I'm simply obsessed with dying. Its funny, almost...if I wanted to write a suicide note, I'd have to write an autobiography. My whole life was a suicide note. Now, I'm totally obsessed with death. I think of nothing else. I actually consider suicide more than once every single day, and I have suicidal tendancies in behavior. I drink, breathe, think, dream suicide and death. How did it get this bad?