Same old boring bad background like everyone else:
-My sister died when I was younger, and I still feel like it was my fault that she died.
-My parents split
-Living in poverty since then
- Haven’t lived in the same house for over a year in like 6 years, eviction has met us more than once
-Don’t have anyone to trust
This year was the first time I really started to think about suicide seriously. I was talking to the school psychologist about it and all she did was question me, “Do you have a plan?”, “What steps would you take?”. Then she made me call a hotline and I for real did not want to. I was kind of pissed. Then she made me promise to tell 2 people before I did it..it was her and the school counselor. Eventually they went behind my back and called my mom in because I gave myself a concussion by hitting my head. I was so angry, but of coarse they see it as more symptoms of depression. They didn’t understand me. Really ever since them I haven’t talked to them. I see too many people just doing things to get attention. I’m sick of it. That’s why I bottle up my emotions. I think that I am now a misanthropist…I hate humans. I’m not kidding. And I’m not hypocritical, because I hate myself also.