Or you can choose to sink, to let your arms go limp, to gulp in the dark murky water, and die. Every breath is a choice. A choice to continue. A decision to believe. To believe that tomorrow will be better, and if not tomorrow, then perhaps the next day.
Every breath is a choice, and that choice is hope.
It seems everybody at sometime in their lives feels unloved or unwanted. This could be because they don't fit in at school, they just lost their job, or someone they love has left them. I'm sorry to say I'm sure you'll feel that way too. We all do at sometime. Some people feel so lost, so unwanted that they even decide they'd rather not be alive.