Yeah, me too. Most of us, I think.
Born into this world already imperfect then forced to be perfect when I couldn't achieve it- academics, looks, behaviours, virtually everything. Already fragile then pushed to a breaking point.
Death seems to be the only way to real peace. Just too exhausted to really live anymore, and if I'm not really living then what's the point in being alive? It doesn't even feel like I was "alive" in the first place. So tired.
I wish you the very best.