I'm in pain constantly lately. Every normal daily task I do is 10 times harder. I can't think. I can't exist. I can't experience without this pain attacking me all the time. My way of fighting it has more or less been mind over matter. Living my life in spite of the pain. Doing things in spite of the pain. All I really want to do is curl up in a ball somewhere dark and comfortable with drugs that I shouldn't be thinking of trying. I want my body to experience a minute of peace. Not pleasure. Peace. And I say to myself fight, goddammit. Fight. You are stronger than this. But I feel weak. And I want to give up all the time. I want to let go of school, of ambitions, of feelings, of responsibilities and drift somewhere. I want to quit and I can't think of a logical reason why I shouldn't, barring emotions. I feel I am allowing myself to be physically tortured just to live this life. And I wonder if my life is really that special. Special enough to endure constant pain. And the answer is beginning to come up no. I do want to die.