I'm not going to sit here and pretend like I've got the worst life in the whole of human history, because I don't, I'm not the only 18 year old college student who's had to sit here and do a Compare and Contrast essay about two theatre practitioners who are fucking deader than doorknobs, but I've been spending my Easter Holidays having a mental breakdown, I've been in tears, I've been a complete wreck, I've genuinely, 1000% seriously thought about ways of putting myself out of my misery, not that I plan to but if I'm getting this stressed over college work, how am I going to cope with the real world, I can't cook much, I can't iron clothes, I can't handle money, I can't do shit.
Am I suicidal? Not sure.
Am I indifferent about the thought of dying? As long it's painless and quick then I couldn't care less about where I end up but life seems to get worse and worse as it goes on.