Now, i'm not really a suicidal person. But, lately, i've been feeling down. I'm anti-social, no friends, I don't work nor have I ever. I'm in my room for a good majority of my day. And thats how every single day is. My mom asks me if i've meet anyone in school that I could talk to. Not a single person. I don't want to meet people, either. I've only done one thing in my life that my parents could be proud of me for. Graduating from high school. I hate a lot of people in this world, along with myself. There is this girl that I've always liked since we moved here. She lives across the street Her and her family are close friends of my family. She's amazing, she's an angel. I love everything about her, too. She has been dating this douche for years. I CAN'T STAND this kid. He's cheated on her 3 freaking times. Once I found about that, i've hated him even more. And for some reason, she always go back to him. This girl never deserves to be treated like that. If I was with her, i'd tell her I love her and would cherish every second with her everyday. Except, I don't have the balls to tell her how I really feel about her. And it kills me that I can't tell her the truth. I've thought about killing my self but there's only one thing that's stopping me. My family. They mean the world to me and I could never hurt them. I want to end my life so badly. Except, I don't have the balls to do that either.