I am so tired of trying. I act like I am okay but in all honesty I feel so dead. I feel like I am sleep walking at times. Music wakes me up and I realize I waisted another day away. I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to just give up, to give in. What happens when we die? I always wonder. I am depressed so it seems, yet everyone leans on me to give them hope. Wait! Why me? Why do people run to...