I am afraid...I only have 8 weeks left until I'm 18 and I'll be told to leave the house, and I don't have any money or any job, no savings, already in debt, I wrecked my car, and I have nothing. Everything always seems to go wrong. I don't want to do this anymore. I am so tired of feeling this way, and there is nothing that will help me. Therapy, doctors, meds, the hospital...nothing will make it stop...and that only leaves one sensible option to try. If I can't be happy, I don't want to live. I just wish I had a way to do it, and I wouldn't even be writing this. I have to come up with something...razors are gonna hurt like hell, but that is about all I have. The dread of tomorrow might be enough to help me eat the pain and end my miserable worthless life. Wish me luck....
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