I’m killing myself as soon as my parents are gone long enough. Or try to at least. Take a bunch of sleeping pills, fill my tub with cold water and ice cubes, and try to catch hypothermia, or freeze to death. Funny how I cut but I’m afraid of pain…. I just want it to stop. My wrists are scarred, and I blame it on a cat I don’t even have. If you actually read this, I don’t want any sympathy, like “Don’t do it! You’re worth it!” Tired of that bullshit. 11 years old and already planning to die. I’m a failure.
