Farewell

I don't have anywhere else to turn, so I guess this is a good place for my final thoughts. I have nothing that inspires me to wake up each day anymore, it's painful to even go to class and be around people so I just skip and sit in my room all day doing nothing productive. I used to have passion for things. I wrote poems, I played piano, I was studying to become a graphic designer. But none of that brings me joy. It just feels empty when I have no one to share it with. I've made mistakes, and because of that I don't have friends anymore. My family does little to support me. If I let them know who I really was, I'm sure they would never speak to me again. I've just, had enough. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore. That seems to be all I'm capable of doing. I don't know what lies beyond this world, but I hope it's more forgiving than the experience I've had here.