I don’t want to live anymore. I want to die. I want to harm myself. I don’t see the point in living anymore. Life is the exact same every day. Everyone around me is healing from past sorrows and it may seem like I am too but I’m at the lowest I’ve been. I only find joy in dancing. But when I dance I forget all my responsibilities and it only messes me up more. I stay sat all day, only getting ready if I have somewhere to go. I don’t see anything good for me in my future. I will graduate and then I’ll have to get a boring job and work for the rest of my life. Nothing interests me other than dancing, but I most likely wouldn’t be able to make a career out of that. I have one friend that I fully trust, and I don’t want to leave them as they’re alone too but living is too much. I wish I could be in eternal sleep. I have a problem with spending and I bet my family could save much money without me being here. If I were living alone, I’d already be dead from neglecting myself.