Well, my life is. Over. At eighteen! Imagine.
I may not have the courage to actually kill myself, but I'm really going to wish I did.
I won't actually delete this journal, as it's a pretty set of colours and has some half-decent things written in it, but. Ciao, guys. Like I said, I don't have the courage to do "anything stupid", so please don't get worried about that.
This nightmare is one that will never end. And god knows that really isn't melodrama.