I have no quality of life, am completely unable to function in anyway, and am suffering intolerably, yet I'm too afraid to do it and too concerned about my parents knowing that they wouldn't be able to handle it. Otherwise, I'd be more seriously considering doing it in the nearer future. Either way though, not a day goes by where I don't think about getting out of here. Anyway, I'm especially concerned about how my mom would cope. Not quite sure if my dad would recover.
I'm so effing bitter and hate filled that I was just put here with a mental illness and the majority of the human population probably thinks it's ethical to torture me and define it as caring about my well being and not letting me give up. I hate this world so much for the suffering it has imposed upon me. I don't see any positives in pretty much anything and loathe existence in a way most people couldn't fathom.
So yeah, I guess you could say that I'm really done with life but life isn't done with whatever it is going to do to me.