I know I’m not really one to talk seeing as I’ve tried twice and failed, though I did come very close to succeeding on both tries. But on the second try I had to time to think as I lay dying. All the people that were around me at that time told me how much they really care, and I could tell they really meant it. And I honestly thought they didn’t, that no one cared and no one would miss me if I were gone. But I was wrong. I just didn’t pay enough attention because I was too trapped in my own little world of misery. When I was rushed to the hospital I saw my parents’ faces and it’s something I’ll never forget. One of my lecturers even called the hospital to hear how it was going.
There’s so many people out there that care about you, you just have to look.