I’ve had alot of family problems, financial problems, and boy problems. I’ve tried to kill myself twice. Both failed attempts obviously. The first one, becauseÂ the guy, who i still love today, left me. I felt hurt, angry, upset, and pretty devastated. The second, well i guess i just had enough. But, the question is,why do we hold the ones who hurt us the most closest? I’ve thought i had some really good friends, But you know what? ItÂ turns out, they wereÂ nothing but backstabbing , using, sluts. I give out alot of advice, but then, why do we never take advice from ourselves? My friend wanted to commit suicide, I told him i’d been there before, twice. And it’s not a good thing, i was trying my hardest to persuade him into speaking about it, before he attempted anything. But then he tells me, if your saying all this, why did you do it a second time? Which got me thinking. Surely i made a mistake. Which is what we do over and over again. Make mistakes. Learning from them. I’ve let my true friends slip away, whilst i was with a guy, who i knew perfectly fine was going to hurt me. Why did i do that? What is wrong with me that i can let that happen? Im sure that i will NEVER let that happen again.