That's when I started thinking about suicide. It was the only option to excape the reality. I felt like if I went away I would make everybody's lives better. So I started to cut. I was in a depressed time and i still am. I act like that there is nothing wrong but deep down under I want to leave. I really can't tell anybody anything. The person I used to could tell everything to is now gone and I can't tell anybody because i get asked quistions..
