Since my mother died in 2001 I've been depressed, sad, kind of empty.
Now I'm 23. I have my father, two sisters and two half-brothers.
I have a boyfriend and my two beloved cats.
But I feel so alone. All alone and not understood. Always want to cry but never do.
But the past days I've been like, is it really that bad to take the last step of life and go forward?
Right now the only reason i don't is because of my cats.
I love my family but even with them I feel all alone.
Death can't be that bad. There's no pain, no guilt, no nothing.