I told myself when I was 16 that I would go through with suicide if things didn’t get better. I’m twenty now, and things are roughly the same, despite some realizations.
People are good people, not everyone hates me as soon as they meet me!
I can make something (more) of myself if I try!
Self pity and these stupid thoughts are the things that truly ruined my life, not my semi-abusive parents and upbringing!
But still I can’t stop thinking about killing myself, daily. I’ll smack myself, bite, claw at my skin if I make a mistake and people aren’t around. I have friends, but I […]