For a long time I have thought about my situation, my feelings, and what I'm going to do about it. I had a friend who I started to tell about all this to. She told me I was stronger than this, that I can get through this and not have to resort to anything bad. I believed her. I knew she was right. I come back because it turns out, I am not strong enough. I cannot bear this life anymore. I have 2 friends that I can talk to about this. Probably the 2 only true friends I have, even though I've never hung out with either of them or anything, I have just talked to them on Facebook and such. I told both of these people, I promised if I ever were to think about doing anything ever again, I would tell them, and talk to them about it. Well, over the past few months, I have kinda lost touch with one of the people. We chatted the other day for the first time in a while, and that was it. I don't really think it's going anywhere from there. As for the other person, I told her about all of this not long ago, and she is the one who said I am strong enough to get through this. Soon here I will get a chance to talk to her and tell her about all of this, how I'm not strong enough, and how I can't take any of this anymore. I want out. I'd hate to just be talking to her and like "No, I can't make it through this" and then kill myself, because I feel like that would make her think she didn't do enough to stop me, but it's really not her fault. And no one will be able to stop me. I'm going to do this. Soon. Very soon. Give me a few days, I'll be gone. I can't take any more of this, and I just want out. My worthless life is starting to screw with other people's lives as well, and that's just not right.