I will admit I used to not understand why people are suicidal but I get it why bother why struggle to live here? Why go to bed hungry when you can just go somewhere infinitely better possibly? And if there is nothing then well you just went a little early why do this trial when in the end there is no prize no cheese at the end of the maze for the mouse there is no promise of a better life just the illusion all I see anymore is just pain drugs, rape, murder why bother living in a world like this? Why? What’s the point? You may be well off one day but what about your children? Will their lives be tarnished by a neglectful nation or people who don’t understand them and use them? I’d say yes it’s hopeless it’s completely hopeless I live for nothing else then my cats my aunt and my mother I love them dearly more than anything but why go hungry and struggle when it could be so much better maybe it’s dillusion of grandeur maybe if I did end myself I would end up in hell or worse but doesn’t this already feel like some kind of hell? Some layer?