This morning, I thought about killing myself. I was laying in my boyfriend’s bed, having argument the night prior and having my mom fuss me out over the phone. It had me feel useless. Hopeless. Unnecessary. Just low. I’ve had suicide thoughts off and on since I was 6 years old. I’ve even tried it. On the road, I would think about driving my car under a truck and explodes. But this morning, I was thinking of ways to actually end it. I was so calm thinking about it. Thinking how easy it will be for people to forget about me. What would they say […]