I was foolish to ever think I could be happy, I knew it was just too good to be true. after the days flew by my urges seemed to float away, I slipped and now my addiction has a hold of me again. the scary thing is, I really font know why I did it. my stress level has been broken and my depression and anxiety are taking over my life. I really just don't want to keep waisting my time alive anymore, suicide is now on my mind. you van judge me all you want, but it won't change how I feel.
