I'm screaming inside.

The other day, I was reflecting on my life
and I realized how much I really truly hate it.
I'm so sick with where I live,
I'm so sick with the people I live with
and I'm so sick of just simply people.
Everything in my life just got to my head.
I'm just done.
Done with this life I have to live.
No one deserves my life.
It's mostly filled with hate.
It's filled with love when it wants to be and that is when I am around those few people that make me happy.
One of them would be the best thing that has ever happend to me which is my amazing boyfriend who I can count on all the time, no matter what.
He is one of the only people who really understand me and my life.
There's also my three best friends.
Without them, I don't think I could move on.
I just want everything to be okay.
which right now, I don't know if that will happen.