I’m sick of living. The only reason I’m alive is because of my two best friends- Emmy and Drew. I …

I’m sick of living. The only reason I’m alive is because of my two best friends- Emmy and Drew. I made a promise I would never kill myself. I’m starting to regret it. I’m tired of feeling dead and I’m sick of the tears streaming down my face. I just wish something would go right for once. That something would make sense. I just want to know why God lets these things happen.