Most of the time I just think about killing myself. The other half of the time I just want to prove to the whole world…. That I’m worth it. That I’m good enough. That I deserve to be alive. That I’m not just a waste of space. But then I just go back to thinking about dying…. It seems like the only time I smile is to make people think I’m happy when they ask if I’m alright or when I’m about to break…..