what else?

[i_see_blood]

This thought just will not leave me. I want to know. What else is there to live for? I mean there is nothing left on this earth that would make me happy. This black whole has consumed what was left of my pathetic body. I cannot win this fight. Suicide is all I have thought of all day. I cannot fight these urges any longer. They have consumed me. The battle is over with.

I need help. And bad.