This may sound ungrateful, but I don't care what people think, even those closest to me. Firstly, there are a maximum of 10 people in the world who care about me and who will remember me if I die. But even my father and mother, I believe, should not stop me. I may be stopped by the hope somewhere in the depths of my soul that there is a chance to fix everything, the fear of undesirable consequences from attempting suicide, but not by my parents. I believe that if they really love me, they will accept any decision I make and will respect it and they will be smart enough to understand that it is better for me. If not, they don't really love me, which means you can't lose what doesn't exist.