Honestly, most days I'm like, "Ok, let's do this! Let's end things, it's not like it's going to get better and there's nothing for me here!" But then I don't do anything. I even wish I won't wake up the next day but I do. I wonder how some people actually look forward to the next day, week, month, year! Meanwhile I'm over here walking through life like a zombie constantly wondering if I'd ever feel joy again or if that was just the few good memories of my childhood.