Andy said if I write in here, it'll help me with my problems. But I don't see how letting people see my problems and judging me will help anything.
I attempted to kill myself. I don't know why. Zayn found me. My loving boyfriend. He took me to the hospital. I fucking died for a moment. I was so scared. They had to preform surgery to remove the pills from my system.
I'm somewhat glad I didn't die. I get to spend a future with Zayn. Maybe get married. Maybe adopt kids. Who knows.
Well, here in entry one. It's nothing specia, but it is suitable.
-right eye winks-
BYYEEE.
