With each passing day, my heart sinks to the bottom of an unknown darkness. I’m starting to think that life is a matter of strength of the mind telling yourself that everything is going to be fine – having faith in God and having trust on close friends. But I cannot take away the thought of being a failure. I am a big failure and I must end my life here. I am getting so emo that I tell my self, ‘what if I commit suicide?’ No one will cry for me anyway except my family.