The end of one long horrible week only to start all over again.  What's the point?  Why should I continue with a life like this?  I have so many papers and tests and assignments due for school this week, but I can't get anything done.  I look at them and just think, why should I bother?  Why should I even try when I know it's all so hopeless?  Why should I care?  I just don't want to continue with this life anymore.  I don't know if I can.  I'm so tired of it all.  I don't remember the last time I've been even remotely happy.  Don't remember the last time I saw any hope of ever getting out of this place.  It seems like it's gone on forever, and there's just no end to it.  If this is all there is, then why should I continue?  I can't fight these thoughts anymore.  Wanting to hurt myself, wanting to end my life.  They're just so strong.  I don't know how much longer I can fight them.  They're just so strong . . .  I can't do this anymore . . .