December 20
Dear friend,
I think my parent is pretending to care about me getting bad again. I told her about the intrusive and suicidal thoughts.
I felt supported and loved for about two minutes. Then mom started yelling.
She said that it was stupid. Then she yelled about splitting up with dad for a while.
I left. I went upstairs and opened up a bottle of pills. I took 20. Not enough to die, just enough to knock me out for a day or two. I woke up two days later. I don't think Mom noticed.
I am sad again. No one has tried to contact me, none of my friends and I don't want to bother them so I don't try to contact them. I am sad.
Lonely,
Quinn
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