Why is life so difficult? I’m sitting here at 1am on vacation with my fiancé’s family at the beach and I know that I’m loved and accepted. I know it. But for some reason I feel as if they all hate me and that they are just trying to put up a front of liking me. Even my fiancé. So instead of trying to sleep, I’m sitting on the balcony looking at all the quiet happy houses while everyone sleeps. Would it really be easier if I just let go and end it all? I think my grip on my own humanity and worth are finally slipping past what I can recognize.