Why is that every weekend when i dont have anyone to hang out with and im all alone i get all depresed and the past thoughts of suicide come creeping bak up? The reason probaly is is that im all alone in a world that doesn't understand me, i have no one that is, could be my signifacant other. Can a heart be broken, riped apart, so damaged that you can no longer love because it hurs too much? well if that is so then that is where i am in my life, im not afraid of death or dying. i have already felt the life drain out of me and i wasn't scared or terrifyed, i was ready. there is nothing left for me in this world or anyother. then why haven't i committed the final act of ending the pain i suffer each day? its beacuse of my friends the ones who care the most, the ones who would kill me for even thinking about these past thoughts again. Their love for me is yet just another reason i suffer.