I have a feeling this may be the end for me. The depression I have been dealing with for several months has reached an all time low. Almost nothing seems able to help me now. But I firmly believe it is all of my own making:

Many of my friends go through hardships, and I try to help them through those times. But I fail. I am unable to make them happy, unable to even bring them out of their slump. And still other friends simply turn their backs and fall silent in the shadows.

I do not feel I can last much longer. As I type this, it has been 3 days since I have slept or eaten more than a piece of fruit. My mind will not rest, so consumed with worry and fear and self-hatred.

I guess the only thing left to do is wait for death to find me.