I’m depressed. I’ve been going through depression for about a year, and it’s getting harder and harder to pretend as if I’m fine in front of other people. I’ve never considered suicide until last week when this random thought just came into my head, to go to the kitchen, get a knife, and slit my wrists. I’m scared, guys. I’m really scared. The funny thing is, I don’t even know why I’m this depressed. Everyone is going through the same thing in this country, but I just feel like I can’t take what’s going on. It’s too much for me to handle. I’m only 21, I don’t have any friends because the last friend I had did me really dirty. I’m literally alone. I have no one to hold on to, no one to tell me that everything is going to be okay. I’m cooped up in my room all day, except for the days when I have lectures. I’m an only child, but I’m not close to my parents at all, so I’m on my own. I just want to be okay, to be honest. I want to live a comfortable life, and I want to stop being paranoid. Is that too much to ask for?
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