So here I am. Old, at an age where I should’ve figured out everything but I’m stuck lost, sad and scared. I’m a criminal. A nuisance to society and my parents. This is what I’ve become. I wonder if it’s due to my anxiety and depression. It’s funny reading past posts and me always questioning if I’m getting sadder and sadder when I’m actuality I’m always the same sad. It just builds up and I find worse coping mechanisms. I feel like what I really want is to pass away. I don’t want to try anymore. This is me speaking on Xanax so who knows. I have to try for my parents though. Sometimes I wish I could ask for help. But people have their shit and they don’t understand the extent. I wish I could get hell. I need help really bad. I’m so tired of this. Talk sooon friend