I have a good life but since elementary school I was always determined to kill myself before I grew up. In September I turn 20. I still sleep with my baby blanket and have never been kissed and here I am turning 20. In May I told my parents I was planning on killing myself. Summer is almost over and my councilor is trying to make me promise to forget suicide but I can only imagine postponing it till December. I was to kill myself when the weather isn’t 100 degrees outside but at the same time I don’t want to spend 6,000 dollars going back to school and taking difficult classes like organic chemistry (I’m not smart!). I honestly don’t know what to do. Kill myself in the next 3 weeks or suffer another awful semester of failure and frustration. Why is it so hard to die and why can’t my parents respect my decision.
Jesus Christ Super Star! I am prude as fuck. Men donâ€™t define me. Iâ€™m talking about ending my life PEOPLE! Not wishing I had an STD!