Sometimes I Â think of suicide. I think of hurting myself and for some odd reason it comforts me. I’m probably “attetion seeking” as my mum thinks I am. I’ve cut my arms, bit myself and tried to suffocate myself. I wish I could talk to someone or have someone who can take these thoughts away from me. I think I’m worthless and a nobody. I’ve spoken to my boyfriend about this and he doesn’t want to lose me. He would probably be so sad without me. Anyway, I would just have to try to carry on with life as best I am even though I get these suicidal thoughts. Sometimes… I just think I was a mistake and that I’m unwanted.