well….

My boyfriend tried to kill himself last week. he stuck his hand through a glass window. He called me and left a voicemail. I was so scared. so Well who would guess. I wanted to die too. I started cutting, and when i got to school i went to the bathroom and cut some more. When i got home he called me and said that the bleeding had stopped and that he was still alive. I cried with releif. But i was still scared and i told him that i was scared and that i couldnt function right because of him. He told me he loved me and then we talked about why he was depressed and why im depressed. A semi simple explanation for me is I stopped taking my medicine wihtout my doctors permission. I dont care. so im not taking it and imreally stressed out. But it felt good to answer the call of my beautiful knife and its blade. what a releif… but still it doesnt help as much.