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I think I must have dysthymia because I have no interest in anything now. I just want to sleep and not wake up. I want to give up. I'm tired. I have been reading obsessively about death and I wish I wasn't but if I don't I'll turn to self harm. I don't think I'll ever get better. I'm so ashamed. I wish I had the drive that others seem to have, I pretend I'm fine so they don't worry. I don't really think I belong in the land of the living anymore. Really I just want everyone to leave me alone. I am a waste of space. I can't quite believe I've reached this point, it doesn't feel real. I don't even know why I'm typing this. No one has ever helped me. Therapist's won't see me if I tell them my real thoughts. I have been let down by everyone. I should never have been born. I am even having horrible thoughts of hurting myself and other people. The thoughts are really upsetting me, I would not act on hurting others. I lock myself away, this is not a life. It's a prison without bars. I thought I was doing ok. But then I try therapy again and it ruins me. I am a loser. I don't belong in the world. I don't understand why I was born. It was pointless. I guess I'll stop now. I just keep sleeping because I don't know what else to do.