The idea of living the rest of my life is too depressing to think about. People say "You're 22! You've got your whole life ahead of you!" Like that's supposed to cheer me up. I don't even want to live one more day! I just keep telling myself that if it doesn't work out I can always kill myself later. Every day I think that maybe I could stay alive just one more day, maybe a week even. But the urge is always there and growing stronger as I become more and more lost. I admit I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I've slipped into a hole that I cannot climb out of alone. I can either keep falling until I hit the bottom or I can just give up before it gets any worse. I have no friends left and my family is mad at me. All I've got is myself and I've been trying to kill myself. How can I ever hope to survive this when I don't have a reason or the strength to do it?