I can't take anymore. I'm giving up. Listen, I've fought for my life ever since I was 7. Eight years later, that battle isn't over. I wish all of my 30+ suicide attempts have succeeded. You told me to keep going. You were my best friend. But now you don't care anymore. You think that life without me would be much more pleasant than calling me your friend.
I'm going to give up. I can't fight my suicidal depression any longer. I'm all alone and there's nobody else I can depend on. I hate myself. I hate who I've become. I hate everything that I've done. I'm not worth the money it costs to raise me. I'm not who everybody else thinks I am, and there's no reason why I should still be living. I've tried to live, but I failed. I want to die.