I have been around here for a week, reading posts about other people’s problems, previous attempts and their rebounds from said attempts. Some of the problems are mentioned, them being of loss, love, subject of hate, assumptions, guilt, etc. Some of these guys are well-off and loved, some perhaps aren’t. So I’ll just add myself undeservingly to the list as I vent it out in the following brief of my life.
I haven’t ever attempted suicide, I could never gather the strength to do so, but not a single day goes without thinking about it. Theres nothing wrong with my life, and as a matter of […]