Alright so once again I’m back, yesterday I wrote one and today I’m writing one. This one is different than suicide, but when my mom like yells at me or I do bad in anything for a matter my will to live just like drops. Like something bad happens, and I just can’t lazier, and more tired, and I can’t bring myself to care that much. I feel that I won’t kill myself but I don’t have a will to live, I sort of wish I was in a coma so I wouldn’t have to focus on the world around me, and just live in my head. I like day dreaming a lot and would focus more on day dreaming, but lately I feel like I can’t think of anything, my memory sucks, and everything just feels boring. I feel like a spark of energy or happiness when something good happens and then it’s gone as quickly as it comes.