I don't want to kill myself, but deep down I really don't want to be alive. I am okay as long as my life goes smoothly, but as soon there is some hassle I want to die. I know its probably not the most mature line of thought, but nobody asked me if I wanted to live. It's like a prison sentence for a crime I don't remember committing. Today I am investigating switching college majors, but they have to give me a big hassle about it. And people are disagreeing with me. I hate when that happens. Why can't someone just throw me a bone every once in a while? So when things don't go my way, I just want to die. I guess that's the only way I feel like I have any control over the way I feel. Ugh!!! Does anyone else get pissed over things like this, too?