Maybe if everyone could see my thoughts. maybe i could be understood. Not to be a cliche, but aren't we all in some way? i thought this site would help. i thought counseling would help. Im done seeking it out. obviously the only one who can help me is me. well i haven't been doing a very good job. They can tell me im not doing enough, or im lazy, or selfish. that's what people think when they can't help. i don't feel happy. im not happy. Its incredible how no matter how low i feel i still have tiny shreds of hope creeping beneath my skin. its exhausting, trying to care. what for? what's the point, pleasing others just brings you to your demise. My hope still exists though. why do you think im writing this? hard to believe someone would give two ***** about my life when they have their own problems. i certainly have experienced that. 16 and i feel tired like I've lived 1000 years. well that's a long time. im tired.