Trust me, I'm being torn apart. It's a constant argument in my head, stating reasons whether to live or die, and counteracting each other. Whenever I'm really happy and starting to gain hope, something horrible happens to bash me down, or when I'm beginning to long death, something happens to throw me back into indecision. It's like I'm being toyed with my life. Luring me only to hurt me more. Every day is agonizing torture, and I don't know what I want, what I feel, or what I think, at all. I just want to know whether I should work towards life or death. I'm deteriorating by the day, and i wish so fucking much the ability to choose, but I'm stuck. It's like my mind doesn't want to risk breaking the fragile equilibrium of my current existence, even though I suffer so much from it. I hate it, I fucking hate everything about it, about myself, about the world. And yet things hold me back. And yet life tosses me back and forth like a play-thing. I'm tiring. Wasting away in my bedroom. Decaying. Fading. Wish I could cry and shout, but I can't. Maybe I don't want to. I don't know. Like I said in a previous thread, my entirety is blinded in a fog that only my eyes can see through. I don't know how much longer I can go on. Hopefully this ends soon, one way or the other.