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Sometimes I feel just like I did back when I was twelve or thirteen. Back when I just wanted to end my life because the struggle of living day after day was just too much to handle. Sometimes I feel like it would all be so much simpler to end it now than to wait to see if tomorrow will be a "good" day or a "bad" day. And sometimes I wonder if I'll feel this way forever, constantly having to come up with new and better ways to cope, or if this too shall pass. When my coping skills don't work, or they don't kick in right away, I fear that someday I'll go back to being that twelve or thirteen year old, and then, when I try to die, I won't wake up. Just sometimes.