With 22 different disorders, I think it's fair to say that I am screwed up (for those of you wondering, not one of those is self-diagnosed). Everyone hates me. In fact, I was the most popular torture victim in school (no shit...I was so fun to torture junior year, that they picked me for a second year). I have no prospects for the future (despite getting a full scholarship to Johns Hopkins University...even though I'm not bragging, let me be, I'll be dead in a few days...). I have no conceivable reason for getting up in the morning. I don't know if this will actually result in the extinguishing of my "consciousness," since I have no idea what is true and what is not. After all, how do I even know what I think is reason really is reason? However, I will finally try to do what 37 attempts have failed to do. So. Any suggestions?