For years now, I've been going to bed every night wishing that I wouldn't wake up the next morning. My current situation is far too complicated to explain in a short summery, but it has given me no hope for wanting to go on past 18, and I'm only 16 years old. It has recently occurred to me that the only reason I haven't killed myself yet is because of how much pain it would put my family through. But the tremendous amount of anger and sorrow I go through every day is too much for me, and all I want is for it to end. Help me think of a few things to remind me that life is beautiful worth it. Thank you so much.