...its almost becoming impulsive, I wanna kill myself at least once a day, I guess because I worry alot. I'm sure somethings gunna go wrong and it seems to always do. I'm not really happy anymore, not at all. Its been along time since I was. Years actually. It doesn't seem important to stay alive, I stay alive for my mother, not for myself, if I had the choice I'd probably have died along time ago.