End Of A Story.

I firmly believe every story has its endings, including mine. I think mine is coming to an end. I thought I had it all but not so much anymore. I don't know what I'm doing anymore, what's my purpose, and my goals. I am lost and I want to die. I suffocate myself sometimes at night to help me sleep better. I want to cut but I'm just too lazy. I feel alone, really alone. I feel like I don't have anyone that cares for me. I started my dream that helps me sleep again, for the past week or so. Before then, I hadn't in about 3 months. I think it is time. Time to let it all go. I deserve to be alone, and rot in a corpses shell. I almost stabbed myself in the chest tonight also, but that, would be way too much pain. I just wish I knew why I was born. For nothing of good reason that's for sure. I still think it was just for me to suffer, and hide in my fears. To be honest, I haven't been this depressed at all this year. I feel like shit. I think I'm gonna watch a sad/romantic movie. It will probably be "Definitely, Maybe". That movie is really good. Goodnight.