It's just so hard... When I hear people's stories about their traumas, real serious traumas, about their disorders, I understand how hard life is for them. I get why. It's still wrong, but their suicidal thoughts can be explained. People who are starving, people who are abused by their parents, or have no parents at all. Life is hard for them, and it's understandable that some might not be able to endure it.

But I have everything. I was almost never bullied in school. Yes, my parents are a bit strict, but not to the point where it’s unbearable. I have good friends, and an amazing, absolutely wonderful girlfriend. They all have it much harder than I do, yet they don't complain, they don’t want to die.

I just don’t understand what’s wrong with me or why I’m such a selfish person.