I feel like most of my life is a lie. Yeah I have friends but I have no one I can call when I’m feeling suicidal or I want to give up. No one knows just how much I’m struggling and all the external accomplishments I’m making feel just external and material (not internal). I just have to constantly push through and hope I can find a way out of depression and poverty. I’m tired and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish there was an easy way out.