There is not a day that goes by without me thinking I should have died back in sophomore year and there’s still not a day that goes by without me thinking I shouldn’t be here and that my life should’ve ended a long time ago. I literally feel like a walking corpse and that no matter what I do, it will never amount to anything because I don’t even feel alive. Deep down I’m still the girl who really wanted it all to end and I just never got the help I might’ve needed.