I posted this on another suicide forum also, just in case no one responds/cares etc.
I’ve been feeling suicidal all year. I’m a senior in high school. I only have one more year until I’m out of here. I dont know why I always have to fuck everything up. No one notices I’m depressed because I’m excellent at hiding myself. I withdrew from my friends and read Sylvia Plath’s journals everyday in the corner of the library. I think about starving myself to death or overdosing on advil. I want to slit my wrists. But then I think about my little brother, and I just. He’s […]