For many people who actually read my stories, I need help. Im starting to think that I should stop writing for good the only book I wrote doesn't even have enough views that I want. But it's not only that...I have depression and anxiety. Everyday it gets worse and I dont know how to stop the thought of killing myself. I remember my ex-boyfriend, the one I truly loved, the one that broke me into a million pieces but I still love say "Baby, if you need me I'm here. I will always be here for you. I know it's hard but we'll get through this...together. I promise. I love you." After he broke up with me, I repeated the same thing he said and asked "Did you really love me?" He said "Of course I did, but I can't have a girlfriend that suicidal. If you weren't this way, we would still be together." After I yelled,cried,and cussed at him, I just left and began to cut even worse. It's been 2 years and it still hurts but my suicidal thoughts and actions are still there. I just need to know...Why am I still here?