Dont know whats happening to me. I'm like a small frightened child all the time. I can't listen to the professional help I'm getting, they might mean well but they talk shit. I'm upsetting everyone I talk to on here and in the real world. Never felt so hated, the pressure is crushing me like a bug. The meds just zombiefy, there is no hope. I'm trapped in some kind of viscious circle and the days and nights are endless. I'm backed into a corner now, this has to go one way or the other. This life and all I am, amounts to nothing. Nothing is not a loss and soon this life and all I seem to be, will seek to exist. When your minds made up its time to go. I don't want anyone to waste there time answering this. What makes me feel this way is this life, so dont ask and don't try to convince me otherwise. Six years ago, I should of died and now its time to re-address the balance.The time to disapear grows near and this way everyone can live in the hope that I'm alive. This life, this fucking life is over.