I felt so lost one day. I finally confessed to a friend how I felt. My plans to die. Everything. He called me a coward, told me I was worthless scum. I should just kill myself and he wouldn’t care at all. I think it broke me. Now I can barely eat, sleep, or just do anything. This was the first time I tried to talk to someone about it who didn’t figure out for themselves. I’m never going to do that again. Why can’t he see how much he hurt me?
