Dear Grace,
16 January 2016
I haven't been able to write lately since I've had so much fucking homework and I've gotten maybe 20 hours of sleep in the past 5 days.
I tried talking to someone about it and they just told me I need to take some sleeping pills or something. But I can't because they physically make me sick like the last time I did take pills, I tried to kill myself and ever since then I can't take medicine.
It's whatever I tried to get help but I didn't get it so never do that ever again nope 0/10 I would never do it again.
I really hate that suicide is a default for me because anytime anything happens, whether it big or small, I'm just like, "that's okay I'll just kill myself" and lately it's all I can think about. I'm so miserable.
I wish I could talk to you but you probably think I'm stupid and fat and annoying and that's why we don't talk anymore. You have better friends. But let's face it, any friends are better than me I'm a terrible person.
I don't even know why I'm doing this this is stupid I'm stupid
YOU ARE READING
Dear Grace
Non-FictionA series of short letters to a once close friend. If she finds this, I hope she knows it's all for her. (TW// suicide, self harm, eating disorder, mental illnesses)
