I always wonder what the world has in store for me but, I can't seem to find the strength to live long enough to find out. I feel like I'm dying with every breath I take and the voices keep telling me it isn't worth living anymore. I always think about who would actually miss me when I was gone and I can't think if anyone. Maybe I've convinced myself that no one cares about me or, maybe they truly don't care. Maybe to them I am just there and I truly mean nothing. When I try to be positive, my mind tells me it's not worth it. I'm a product of pills for OCD, anxiety, and depression. Yet, I still feel like dying.
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