The story of a girl gone mad.

The thing with me… committing suicide or being depressed is that it’s different from most people. So many others think that they have no one who cares about them and stuff like that. But I do. I have a huge family. All of whom I know would be so fucking hurt if I killed myself.

But I’ve been strong for so long. And I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to continue on. I don’t want to hurt them anymore than I already have. That would be the worst thing ever. But to go on is hurting myself. Hurting myself so much emotionally that the trembling while crying and the nights of heartbreak are driving me insane.

I don’t know what to do.

I told myself that today would be the day I got back-on-track in my workouts.

But I’m just so emotionally and physically drained.

There is no light at the end of this tunnel. Only constant, never ending darkness.