I sometimes get an urge to finally get my shit together and go see a therapist, or at the very least post a sad text about how tragic my life is and other petty problems. But then I read stories from some of the other posters here and on similar themed subs and I remember how privileged I am. What right have I to whine online and clog up mental health resources when some have experienced far, far, worse. I have a near-perfect life. I'm simply another angsty white kid with a pathetic existential crisis.

God I wish I was strong enough to end it all.