I'm done trying to make everyone happy and prove that I'm at least trying to make progress toward being responsible. Tonight I'm talking to FW and calling the wedding off, and then I'm ending my life. She's better off without me, and so is everyone else.
Before you call me a drama queen, consider that I've struggled with depression my whole life and am out of fucks to give. Nothing helps and I'm not capable of getting better.
ETA: I'm not blaming anyone but myself.