If you've ever seen any of my other posts, it's normally me, late at night, complaining about something or the other. Then, the next morning/day/night, I come back and admit I am scared to die. Well. Today is different. First, it's daytime. Second, I'm not scared to die anymore; I'm scared to live. These past couple weeks have been so hard for me. I just really really want to end it. I'm truthfully, honestly, and rationally thinking about it.