Today was really hard. Couldn’t study for my final because all I kept thinking of were ways to get away with dying.
I failed my final. Possibly didn’t pass that class. Money spent for nothing. Parents are going to give me shit of course. I won’t ever finish college.
I lost a family member today. Talked someone out of not killing herself over a guy. Isn’t that weird how we can tell people it’s going to be okay and how suicide isn’t the answer?
When I’m cutting, I feel so in control of how deep I can go. I want to just hit a vein and be like oops and finally die. But I can’t do it yet.
Help me. I’m getting so tired of waking up.