I’m really not. I mean, I have depression. I cut. I smoke. I do drugs. anything to make me feel the happiness that normal people do. but I’ve never tried to kill myself. I’ve wanted to. I lost my brother to suicide in 2008. ever since, I swore I’d never do it, because my family was so broken; and my mom is still devastated beyond repair. she told me the night he died that if I hadn’t been there, she would have killed herself too. she made me promise that I’d never do it. I promised, because I believed it, because I believed I was […]
