There have been moments in my life where I wished I could have died...growing up and being made fun of because I have a big nose, or being a skinny white girl or whatever anyone could find to make fun of, because I was an easy target. Eventually I stopped caring about what people said because everyone will try to find something to say, and normally I have something snappy to say back that stops them in their tracks.
Sometimes it's just responsibility that overwhelms me. People expect a lot of me, and I try to fulfill everything but when I realize I can't, I shut myself off. If the times are really rough, I also shut down. I wish I don't wake up. But I could never have the courage to do the job myself. Sometimes I imagine how bad it could really be if I just hurried up and did it and got on with it but I know that some people would really miss me and that would be selfish of me. So I try to just sleep it off or cry to myself until I feel better.