I am so ashamed of myself. It is a beautiful spring day out, I have a job, a boyfriend, a cat, and a few good friends but all I want to do is die. The pain of childhood abuse and a sexual assault have become too much for me and I have constant day dreams of me killing myself, but the absurd thing is I still get out of bed and go to work and kill myself to get good grades in school and try to have a social life. I wear a mask all the time and so when it mounts up I let my anger out on my very amazing boyfriend and I am losing him. I have a very small support group and don't really know how to reach out to people. I am always afraid of having a breakdown somewhere like school or a coffee shop. I won't kill myself (I don't think) because there is no way to do it where others won't be effected but if I could choose to simply cease to exist, I would. This is scary because I have felt many of these things before, but I was able to use these feelings to motivate myself to improve and get better. Now I literally have no hope for the future. I am ambivalent to everything. I have appointments with both a counselor and psychiatrist coming up and in the past, the action of doing something was enough to lift my mood and make me feel like I was making progress but I don't feel this anymore. I feel numb or angry or sad or lonely. I wish I could say I want to change how I feel and try to have a positive outlook because I know that will help me get better but I don't even feel like I want to or can get better. Losing hope fast.