I guess it isn't my day to die yet. I've been in the hospital for more than a week now - trying hard to destroy my own life, to take it. I know, I sound so depressing, but that's just how I am. All of my family had died before me; and I don't have even a single friend. You cannot judge me for you have NEVER been in my position. For as long as I stay here in the hospital, I'd be looking outside the window, waiting for someone to just try to know me. I don't care if it was a beggar, a normal person, or the US president himself - I just want someone to lean on. I haven't lost all hope in humanity just yet - I hope that I would live because someone had helped me in my condition.