I’ve thought about suicide for a long time. At first it seemed far away but thinking about it everyday has made me feel more comfortable about it. I just think it’s inevitable at this point. I’m at a point where I just don’t have the energy to try to change anything. I’m hungry but don’t want to eat. My apartment is a mess. Little tasks seem impossible. I have lost interest in everything I enjoyed somewhat to distract myself. Everyday is just the same and I don’t see a point to doing it anymore when I don’t have the energy to change. The only thing at this point that has kept me from doing it is my mom because it would hurt her so much and I don’t want her to feel like she could have done something to prevent it. But I feel like that will only keep me for so long and I’ll just do it anyway, which makes me feel even worse and like a terrible person.