I honestly can't handle this any more: I can't take crying so often, I can't keep waking up in the middle of the night shaking from fear, I'm done with constantly trying to stay positive and act happy when all I want to do is cry, I hate that the only time I can be honest about how I feel is when I've almost completely lost hope, I'm sick of holding on by nails to the false promises of everyone, I'm done with hoping that for once someone isn't lying; I don't want people to be disappointed in me any more.
I'm done. I'm done with it all, with everything.
Since coming to New Zealand, I've thought more about dying than I have of anything else.