I always promised myself I wouldn’t go through with suicide, because of the burden it would place on the people I left behind. Now, I have come to realize I really have no one that would miss me. I don’t think I’m kidding myself, when I say that. I have though long and hard about it, and I really think that there is no one who would be too pained at my departure. To be precise, there are 2 people who might suffer, but not much, and they may not even find out about it. That being said...why should I even hold back...would it be that bad? I think of it as a mercy killing at this point...as sick as it sounds. I just don’t understand what I’m living for, and why I should even try. Why should i be so arrogant to think that my life has any value? Or importance... Or that me being alive or dead would make ANY difference at all. It would only make a difference in myself, and it would give me relief... I hate this..I really, really do.