I've been thinking, lately, I've been thinking a lot. I don't want to be alive and I also don't want to die. I'm just existing. No friends. No purpose. Nothing. Just here. And this constantly bothers me because everyone seems to have something or be doing something. I feel constantly alone and while I'm alone I contemplate doing the most rash and unreasonable things. I'm scared for myself because I don't know exactly what I am capable of when feeling this helpless. I know I'll be getting into trouble sooner or later. I just want to rush back to my old ways and say **** recovery, because what has it done for me? Caused me misery and allowed my mind to run rampant with these awful thoughts. What would you do in my position? I don't have money and no one will hire me. I can't travel, I have no love life. I've lost all of my friends and I can't quite pull myself together on my own. I need help. What would you do? This is not a poem. Just a stream of my thoughts.