I’m the kind of person that you would never expect to be suicidal. The kind that’s not afraid to admit to it if confronted about it. I walk around everyday with a smile on my face. I don’t like being comforted. I have unique problems that only I can deal with. I’ll just hold it in until I have some inevitable breakdown. I enjoy helping people with their issues, yet I will never discuss my own. I haven’t been beaten nor raped or molested. My name has never been slandered socially, but I suffer a much deeper pain… no, torment. One the is steadily progressing and is never going to […]
