I used to think like that everyday and to be honest I still do on occasion.

I'm just done with life. I'm want to throw in the towel and call it quits.

Now this isn't some inspirational bullshit or advice others will spew at you when you tell them you want to die, its just my side of my story after I felt like this.

I was so very close to committing suicide a few years ago but decided it wasn't "me".

I don't know if you follow the sport of boxing at all but I look at life right now like a boxer who will obviously lose the match but just won't stay down.

I know I'm going to lose in life. I've been knocked down too many times to count and I'm way behind than my peers in any aspect in life...but I won't stay down.

As much as my surroundings tell me to quit, to just fucking stop already because it won't turn on well for me in the end; I won't listen.

I'm going the distance. I'm finishing this god damn thing because it's what a fighter does and god damn is living this fucking life a fight.

So no matter what happens, no matter how hurt I get...I need to come out of the corner when it time and be ready to take a beating or fight back until it's time I'm told its done. The final bell has rung.

Why? Because I'm stupid and too damn proud to say "I couldn't handle it". I have come to terms with a lot of things in my life and I have accepted my faults and what I am and am not. But never will I admit or accept I am quitter on any level.

That's what stopped me from going through with my suicide.

Now I don't think these words mean anything at all to you. It probably doesn't since its personal to me and me only.

But if this imagery can even spark the smallest fire in your heart to not give in just yet....then there's hope for you yet