I don't tell many people this but I've actually attemped suicide before. I was highly intoxicated and blame the drinks, but I know it's partially because of me being me too.
It was before I told my mom, and I was contemplating whether or not she would react as bad as I thought. I settled on yes. I'd always been emotional so I burst out in tears, feeling like a homophobe myself, and rumbled through my drawers looking for scissors. Though they may not cut your skin right away, dragging them across your wrists enough will.
(PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT! IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL THINK BEFORE YOU TRY THIS, WHENEVER i REMEMBER DOING THIS i FEEL LIKE MERDE!)
Sure enough my sister walked in on me, with bloody hands and arts+crafts utensils. If it weren't for her I don't know what would have happened. Now I don't want anyone freaking out in the commentes like, "Oh my god! You crazy psychotic cul you should be in a looney house!" Drinking is not something I suggest for a melodramatic 13 year old.
Wait---you have to be like 20something in America to drink, right? Wierd.
