When you begin to dread each day and want nothing but escape.
When you begin to feel nothing and don’t give a shit about anything else.
When things you like before don’t make you feel interested anymore.
When talking about your problems eases the feelings a little bit, but it’s still there.
When you’re tired of everything and think that death is the only way out.
You just want to be free.
You just want to sleep and have good dreams.
You just want to love and be loved.
You just want to be happy.
Is that too much to ask?