I'm consistently depressed. Every time I'm thinking about why I'm doing this, why I'm here, its all just useless. I wish I could go back. Or just sleep all the time and just wake up to being carefree, no stress, happy. I want to alone, but I never wished that to be. I'm confused what I really want. I feel like banging my head into the wall or screaming out loud such that everything turns out to be perfect. But I don't know whats exactly perfection. I want my life to end but I feel I should simply run away instead. I’m not able to kill my self cause of few reasons but then I’m not able to find a reason for myself to live. I know about living for others. But then what about me.