A story that has to be told

Chapter 1

I never thought my life could get any better.
I use to starve myself until I could see every single rib bone of mine.
I use to cut myself until the last thing I saw was my blood on the ground.
Every chance I had, I would try and commit suicide.

I did all these things to myself because I felt guilty about who I was. I felt like a failure, and like I wasn't meant for this world. I felt like I was useless.

I felt like people didn't even care about me, and that if I died, they wouldn't even know I was gone. I mean I have friends close friends and a great family. But, sometimes, I feel like a ghost in my own house. They don't even notice when I need their help. But all my feelings about about the world, about my friends and family, and myself changed when I met him...

And it all started with a drink of water