Dying

Shouldn't you have the ability to die or live. There are people out there who would love to live, and then there are people out there who want to die. Why can't they? Why can't I? Is the real question here, I guess. I want to die. Death intrigues me, but that's not why I want to die, I want to die because I hate living, and that there is nothing in my life worth living for. I hate feeling these feelings everyday. The feelings of being alone and unwanted and worthless. But worse than having those feelings is knowing that they are reality. My reality. I want to die. But I can't. They won't let me. I guess, I could, maybe I will. They say if you want something badly enough you should go after it. I want this badly. I hate living. I hate feeling. I hate knowing that I only have one true friend in this entire world. And that friend is great, don't get me wrong, she's probably the reason I'm living right now. That doesn't mean I don't want to die though. So maybe this will be my last post. Maybe this will be my last anything.