It is the feeling that you'd rather be dead. I mean, in these last days, I cried every single day, because I just can't live anymore. At this certain moment, I don't hate world, I hate myself more than anything else. I don't like to live. I can't deal with my own person, and when this feeling that I've been describing on this blog is bigger than the love you feel about the people you love, you know what is the only solution. You know that soon or later I'll commit suicide.