I’m sure I don’t have it nearly as bad as so many people on here: I really have a perfect life, pretty much, it’s just I do I decent job of screwing things up. I know this sounds really emo, and I totally hate that, but I feel like I’m not allowed to be real with anybody, so I’m pretty much falling with nothing to hang on to. I don’t want to whine, but I guess this is kind of what this thing is about, so here it goes: I think about killing myself every day, and I can’t get to sleep every night because […]
