It's the simple things in life we forget...

Being back home made me realise what i've been missing out for a long time. And coming back to Melbourne meant absolutely nothing. I miss my old friends, my family, my house, our pet dogs, my old bed with my childhood pillows since as long as I can ever remember. The room which I share with my sisters...even the funny taped up windows we have. Everything about being back home made me feel so...so...complete for the first time. I didn't care about anything else but being there where I was, with my family. I enjoyed the free time my parents let me go online, watch tv and such, and how I could take the car out whenever I felt like it. Somehow I feel i owe so much to them that makes up for all the reasons why I'm choosing to conitnue studying, although just lately I feel as if I've alreadi lost all hope of ever trying. They only want me to excel well so that I can build a future for myself, but deep down I can't bear to see them disappointed if I ever failed in life. It breaks my heart to kinda know my parents aren't realli doing well financially, and I just pray & pray that one day their efforts will truly pay off, that I could at once make them proud of me. I don't expect them to put in so much time and money on me, but most of the time life is so unfair to me, or I could just be jinxed. I don't wanna burden them, knowing I might not succeed in ways they expect, that's why most of the time I just don't wanna live anymore. Because ending my life could just mean ending their worries, and probably one day it might just be the only path I can take...

If it is sinful to end your own life, then what if u had to killed urself to end someone else whom u love from suffering?

A person can only withstand a certain amount of tumaceulous events in their entire life, I have endured so much to know it may also hurt others so I don't feel like living anymore. Would it be morally right to end one's own life?