I don't even know if I want to.
There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think: how am I going to make it?
How do people do this?
I figured out the reason why I have been trying, it's because of everyone else.
The pressure.
Because everyone else is fed up. And it's still never about what I want. It's who they would rather me be.
I could care less.
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Sometimes I'm stuck in the same predicament.
On occasion, I want to live. Most of the time, I can't seem to find reason in all of the pressure and madness. That is what it is right? We are all fighting for nothing.
I graduated college early and went straight to graduate school, and am currently finishing it in record time. In the meantime, so many tragic things have happened that make my head spin and swirl.
I don't even like what I do... so why do I try so hard?
Half the time I fantasize about my suicide. But for what?
I wish you the best. You are wonderful and I love reading your thoughts. Good luck with everything. Hopefully we get through this, if not, we definitely tried super hard!
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