Weeks ago I was at my breaking point. Everyone was telling me to go kill myself and they were calling me a fag and etc. I was so sick of it. I was going to end my life. My friends well ex friends mom stopped me and talked to me. But last week I was at my breaking poi t again. I had just cut all down my left arm and I had planned my death out. I was going to sit in the bathtub with my pills and razor. I was going to cut until I bled to death and if that didn't work I was going to take all of my pills. Of course I didnt. I don't know what I didn't. I felt like something was holding me back. It wasn't my friends or family. But it was something. I don't know how to explain it. Well love you guys.
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Non-Fictionjust some stuff in here. it's where I take everything that has been in my mind all day and type it on here. in some ways I guess its like a dairy. I'm sorry if you don't like it and I'm warning you their might be some depressing stuff in here.
