Yesterday i tried kill myself. i took a bunch of sleeping pills and went to sleep. the only hope i had was never wake up again.
Unfortunately, this morning i woke up with my dad bashing the door saying as late for work. when i up the door, even if i was a little groggy i saw that my daddy was really desperated and had started to cry.
I feel sad about him, he is a really good father and tries his best, but i wont wont be able to continue.
next time i try i know that the pills aren’t enough, ill ill to cut my wrists along with it…