Sad Suicide Story

My story started when I went to high school. Everybody thought it was a fantastic place, well… not for me. It was a fiery pit of nothing. Nobody liked me and I didn’t like anybody, I was a loner. I was constantly bullied but the bullies didn’t realize they were bullying me. To them it was teasing, it’s not teasing when someone’s feelings get hurt. Then again being a teenage girl, it doesn’t take much to hurt my feelings. Anyway, I kept getting “teased” and one day I walked out of my classroom and ran into the girls’ bathroom. Unfortunately I was found by the high school’s guidance counselor. Ever since that day I ran out of the classroom, I have had suicidal thoughts. I have not acted on them, yet. I was found a couple of weeks later out side of the high school with pictures I drew of people committing suicide. No one was directly drawn in the pictures, just made up characters. That night I did not get to bed until five O’clock a.m. (central time). I was driven by ambulance to a bigger hospital. I have suicidal thoughts but everyone I’ve tried reaching out to eventually got tired of it. They started saying that “your depression is making me depressed.” That hurt me a lot, I trusted those people to be there for me and then they just back out on me. Which, in turn, made me have even more suicidal thoughts. To this very day I am still working to calm my anger toward those people who ditched out on me. I am also working on getting healthier, as in not having suicidal thoughts anymore. Anyway, the reason I am writing this is because I am having suicidal thoughts right now. So, to relieve that I am doing something I enjoy-writing-to help numb the pain.