my coping mechanism is daydreaming, and i've daydreamed almost every second of my waking life. it all consist of my 'ideal' life. i've became desperate to bring it to reality that it's starting to drive me insane, those daydreams become 'key' that stops me from ctb. i'm not ready to die, but what i want is too impossible to achieve. it has something to do with money, a mid-range amount of money for something i've always wanted to have for years, yet never had the chance to get. i'm sick of being poor, i won't deny that. and people thought of me badly whenever i express those feelings. i've always thought, "i've never had a present parent, can't i at least find peace with doing something i love?" but money hinders it. i was given my last hope. i could get it on september. but, i have been waiting for long and i'm almost reaching my limit. i thought of ending everything tomorrow, that way i'd be able to live in my dreams. but i know i might change my mind. reality is just to cruel. i'm so tired. from the bottom of my heart, i want to rest.