This passing summer, I had a suicide attempt. I tried overdosing on pills and booze by myself in the woods. Some teenagers saw and called an ambulance. I ended up in the hospital, was "cured" and got out. Now im on pills and im still dealing with the same problems that made me wanna do this to begin with. I have nothing. I have no life because of work. My friends I barely see because my girlfriend needs attention 24/7, and my money forget it. Its not even mine due to bills and my girlfriend constantly wanting gifts. I can get out of it because we live together. My family just wants me around because im the good son that helps with everything, yet they kicked me out amd crushed my dreams in college. But now I have an obligation to live. Because I gotta be greatful for my life, that isnt even mine. I know that If I say how I truley feel. Ill lose them all. All I have is my pills, and alchohol. Thats it. It isnt a life worth living. I dont want help. I dont wanna be greatful. I just wanted to pass on and stop being the workhorse, and I cant even control my own death. Im so mad, this isnt right or fair. I just wanted one thing, and I cant even have that.