I'm in a state as I'm writing a state where I don't know why I do anything to improve my life because at this point every day I question my will to live this is not some edgy joke I have depression and anxiety and that haunts me every night when I go to sleep I can only think about my stepdad hitting my mom and that even though it's in the past could have prevented it by calling the police the first time and it hurts. people call me weird because I'm bisexual and call me a faggot well if you