I just want to live. The world is falling apart. I am everything my parents are taught to hate and I have to hide that. I found my will to live after years of fighting and now that the world is getting darker I am falling back into suicidal ideation. I thought I got over that. I thought I was better than that. I don't want to die and yet I feel like it will be my only option after I finish college. There will be nothing left for me. The world will burn and I'll die alone. I shouldn't have made friends, I feel incredibly selfish for getting better and reaching out only to consider suicide again.
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