I don’t feel appreciated. And I don’t feel the urge to live on anymore. The people I love pass through as if I don’t exist. Am I garbage thrown into the ocean to be dumped on, until I am pushed to the bottom? The heap on top gets collected while I remain down below. What then is the reason for my existence?

I feel so down down down. I am not happy. I cannot fully pay the bills. Deficit every month. Can’t sustain this downward trend. I want to end my life.