I have officially decided to make sure I kill myself this time. I don’t know exactly when, but it’s going to be soon. Â The only time I’ve tried it was around 6 months ago. I took a pack of razors to the alternative school I was attending at the time, went to the bathroom, and started cutting my arms. I only managed to get through the first layer of skin at first. I knew this wouldn’t be enough to bleed out so I took the razor and started slicing into one of the long wounds I had already made and I hear a knock at the door. FUCK! It was my dad. I had forgotten to take my depression meds so he was bringing them to me. I didn’t want him to find his son dead, let alone laying in a pool of blood. So I stopped. And off I was rushed to the hospital and given 11 stitches on one arm and a trip back to the mental hospital for the 3rd time. I haven’t tried anything since then, mainly because my parents took every single object in our house that you could harm yourself with and locked them away. They closely observed every movement I made for months, but now they are to where they can somewhat trust me to leave the house alone. It’s really sad that I have a loving family but my depression makes me not care that they will be so devastated.
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Bullshit. You care enough to leave a trace, especially on Mother’s Day weekend. That, and what kind of guarantee of satisfaction do you have that favors you being among the stars, as you say? You know you’re sick, and that there’s alternatives to killing yourself, VR. Why should all those other bastards get to have all the fun? Stay. Have fun, dammit. Fuck them. This is all about you.
You have a family who knows about your suicidal acts. They tried to help you. Shouldn’t you appreciate the fact that they love you? Life is so full of shit, ups and downs and ignorant people. But all that crap is in the past. Why drown yourself in your horrific past when there’s a chance for a brighter, colourful future for you? The depression you face now is going to be a scar to constantly remind you of your horrific past. BUT if you can ignore your depression state and find a reason to live (even if the reason is BECAUSE “I’LL BETTER THAN THE YESTERDAY’S ME), you’ll be fine. You’re brave enough to pick up a knife, slit your arm, then stop for your father. I’m sure you’re brave enough to push the blade away, and stop for good. 🙂