Today has been hard. It's been a hard day on top of a hard week on top of a hard month on top of a hard year. I've come to realize nobody really cares about me the way I do them. I'm too much and I'm never enough.It's always been that way, and I've been thinking of ending it. There's a bridge only about a block away from where I live. It's definitely high enough to kill me. I stood there for a few minutes, and I think the only reason I didn't was because of my cat back home.
Still thinking about it. I don't think anyone gains anything from me being alive. I've got a shitty, dead end job and live in a shitty apartment. My partner, I think, has finally had enough of me and has barely spoken to me today. All I can think about is how everyone would benefit if I was dead. I don't know how much longer I can hold on, especially now. I've got nothing ahead of me. I don't even know why I'm talking here. I'm just one drop in a massive pond of people that need help.