I’m seventeen years old and wanting desperately to die. I’ve been depressed and suicidal since I was twelve, and it continually gets worse as the years go by. My depression is now at its peak and I can no longer put up with it. I feel like I’m the saddest, loneliest person in the world. I’m in so much pain. Every little thing reminds me of my ex-boyfriend, whom I broke up with four months ago. I still need to get rid of things, I still need to scratch out the things he wrote on my wall. And no, he’s not the only reason I’m […]
