So I guess I'm just...thinking. A boy I know was diagnosed with multiple brain tumors, and there's not a great chance he'll survive. He's thirteen years old; his mother's dead, his brother has a heart condition, and his father's out of work. He might die, and I know he would do anything to be able to live. Yet here I am - healthy - more or less begging for this to end. Nights are when I'm most suicidal; I constantly think of ways I could end it painlessly...I don't want to hold on, don't want to keep fighting. I feel so selfish for wanting to kill myself, when others are fighting for the chance to live. I feel...like it's only a matter of time before I end it.