My story blends in so well with everyone else’s. I had a rough childhood and after many different actions I ended up going to therapy. They diagnosed me bipolar and automatically put me on meds. After a summer experimenting with pot I dropped the meds. Then I tried to kill myself with them. I failed and ended up being Baker Acted. Once I got out I felt the same. I have no friends that truly love me, never been kissed and I am almost legal, and life is just too bland. I told my doctor about my plans Friday. Today is Monday. Still I feel no change so am I planning on it. Tonight. Today. Sooner rather than later. I already cut my wrist but it still only causes numbing. Pills are out since that’s how I tried it last time, and they put a parent blank on my meds. So now I will probably drown myself in my sink. I just need someone other than my dad to tell me it’s ok, IÂ will get through it. I don’t want to die. But I do.