No One Can Save Me

[First-person account + depression + heartbreak + anguish + oppression]

I think I might be sick. I often feel as if something is pressing down on my chest, leaving me unable to breathe. I often feel like I'm useless. The truth is, I really am useless. I can't control my emotions; when they suddenly erupt, it feels like they'll tear me apart. I've wanted to kill myself, to die, countless times. And countless times, I've kept living.

This world is pretty nice. I just won't be coming back next time.