8th grade. My current grade. A few months ago, I was admitted to the hospital for suicidal tenancies. With that being said, no matter how much a tried, the dull knifes wouldn't puncture even the 2 uppermost layers of skin no matter how much I sawed at my wrists.
They told me what everyone did. "Suicide is a permanent answer to a temporary problem." Only thing is that it wasn't EVER a temporary problem. I question if anyone even understands what's wrong with me. I am diagnosed with so many things it (almost) completely affects my life.
No matter how much I struggle to get people to understand, no matter how much I scream or kick, it won't matter. I am stuck with what I have whether I like it or not. Complete darkness is probably better than this.
It is so difficult to make friends that'll stay.
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Glinting in the Darkness - Random Vent
AcakThis is a random vent, because why not? People don't seem to understand my point of view, so I will give it here. Each chapter is probably going to have a decent amount of words rather than a paragraph or two.
