Sometimes I wish I would have just ended it all a long time ago. With time it just makes it harder to do. I want so bad for it to be over; but I don’t know if I can do it. And I really do feel this way. I’m not going to do it. But sometimes I think it’s why I do the things I do. It’s the reason I sell drugs. It’s the reason I hang around the “wrong people.” It’s the reason I do everything bad in my life because I just hope that someone else will end it for me. I don’t want to fucking be here anymore. I really fucking don’t.