Wanting to die. It is as clear as that. I want to die. I want to end what is worthless to me. I am worthless. Once at the top and now  I  am at the bottom... doing chores for my  mother. I am missing out on life. I used to go to school and live in a high rise apartment. I used to have so many friends and two great roommates. My grades were wonderful and life was good. Then bipolar hit and my life simply fell to where  I am now. In my mother's house with no friends buried under incompletes from last semester. Thus I don't want to continue life. This is not meaning I was suicide, but simply an end to life. And then I think about the fact of m family. I don't know what I would begin to do without her here. I would imagine, in fact I know, that she feels the same fore me. I don't know what to do I am so confused...