It's not that I want to die exactly. Just that I find it easier than living I suppose. I think about it a lot. More often than not, how I would do it. And then I wonder who would care, who would pretend they knew me, who would be disgusted or angered. I think about it more when I'm depressed than I do when I'm panicked. I know it's getting bad when I get really frustrated with my hair or start to give things away in mass amounts or start thinking about notes. That's when I try to reach out. Lately, however, reaching out seems...counterproductive? Asinine? Pointless and not at all what I want to do. I don't really know anymore.