"I'm not ok"

ALEX
Some days I just feel so done with the world, with everyone. I wonder why I am hear, on this planet, why was I created if I am such a failure in life. Why would somebody be created to suffer as much as I do mentally. I am stuck in this pit of sadness, and there is no getting out. I am just walking in this darkness, not knowing what is coming next. I feel so guilty and ashamed for some reason, and I have no idea what I am guilty and ashamed of. I have lost interest in everything, everything besides taking photos, photos are the only thing that keep me slightly sane, nobody thinks I'm depressed if I take a photo that may come off sad, they just think I am acting. (Takes a deep breath) But I'm not. Everyday I little piece of me of me dies, and I am never getting that piece back. I've tried running away from it, but you can't run away from the voices screaming in your head. (ALEX starts getting really worked up, her breathing picks up and her thoughts keep on spilling out of her mouth) I just can't do this anymore. Live. Breathe. Eat. Talk. Sleep. Function. What is the point if I am going to die? Even when I'm surrounded by people I have never felt so alone. They will never understand how useless the words "stay strong" are. They don't do anything, they are just words, words that are blocked out by the negativity swirling in my mind. (Stuttering) I- I- I JUST CAN DO IT ANYMORE.