I just want to die. It's hard to live all the time. I couldn't find any fun, it was always painful and even staying in my room was painful. However, I can't sleep in the living room and I can't help it, really. If you can't live in a house in Fukushima, you have no choice but to die. Because my parents don't give me a decent solution, and my suicidal ideation brain doesn't give me a decent answer. "I have no choice but to die" ... It's all concentrated in this one point. Adjustment disorder due to moving or moving depression will never improve, anymore. It's an occult that doesn't know if the wish to go back to the past will come true. If you have an escape habit that is blocked, you feel that you have no choice but to die. No antidepressants are prescribed. Ah, it's over. How can I live until the first anniversary of my move (3/22)? Isn't it impossible? Well, I think it's better to die younger now than to grow old and all my parents, younger brothers, and relatives have disappeared. I'm worried about the future, and I don't feel like working with people with developmental disabilities. It's better to die here more and more.