So I’m at the last year of high-school, seven teen and half years old, and I decide to commit suicide.
my life has always been shitty and miserable and what-not, but I can’t tell exactly what makes feel so.
I don’t know why I’m sad, but I am.
so I slit my wrists in the tub, but didn’t make it quite out of life, so I had to stay.
they took me to the ER and patched my bloody and and made me talk to this old women psychiatrist which clearly is far crazier than any one people I have ever been talking to, and she […]