So...life is over. I'm not eating anymore. I'm drinking a bit and I'm trying to not try to run out the doors and leave. I would love to but my legs are so weak. My arms are so frail. I hate myself. My friends came again to see me...and told me they started self. They showed me there scars and I started crying. When I stopped crying, I asked why. They said they don't want me to go alone. It made my heart break to see how much they care about me. Although it seems that no one cares until I'm dying and depressed. I almost hate them for what they are doing to themselves but I know that they just care about me and don't want me to go. Although I don't want to see them suffer and become depressed. It's a horrible thing to go through and they don't need to learn how hard it is. At this point I just want to be alone and no one should come see me or talk to me. I don't want to make anyone else depressed. I'm fine. No one needs to worry...well maybe
