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I think there is something wrong. People... discontent with their lives, sink into depression and think of suicide. But are held back by those who care about them who say suicide isn't the answer, think about me, how could you do that to me.... but then.... they turn around and do the same thing. As if I am not a reason to stay alive. This world is cruel in that aspect. I want to say its Karma.. but its different. like there doesn't need to be a justified reason to be punished. As if the hope I once harbored being crushed is enough to please whatever force doing this in the first place. There's a funny combination... Hope and disparity. To loose hope is to die and to be desperate is to live. I am waiting for my death to come. I feel it on the brink, my hope slowly waning, clawing its way through my body until it rips my heart out in the final process. All I have now before I proceed with my plans.... is to wait.