Dear Diary

I've been living with this thought in the back of my head for as long as I'd remembered. The simple thought of a cold barrel against my head and my finger less than inches way from ending it all. That is the thought that keeps me here everyday. I know it's surprising. Wouldn't that be the thought that takes me away? It only makes sense. Well this isn't supposed to make sense. First sign is wanting to end it all, but hey. What can I say? My name is Sarah, and this is how it all started.