Today I came clean to one of my counselors. I told her that the suicidal thoughts are back, and I got to spend three periods in the sick bay listening to my music and the other three doing class. I didn’t let her call home. I can’t go through that again.

Turns out one of my best friends bitches about me behind my back, great… she probably only speaks to me for gossip anyway. I’m feeling like everyone is sick of hearing from me, sick of trying to solve my life. I’m feeling like everyone would be better off without me. Because they would be.