Okay, so you probably want to know the details of what I meant in my previous part, which had a some questions I answered. Specifically:
The suicide attempt. So, I locked myself in the upstairs bathroom and grabbed a bottle of over-the-counter pills (You can see where this is going.). I sat on the floor crying and stared blankly at the bottle. I kept telling myself that it'd be better off if I just swallow all of them and be gone forever. No one would miss me anyway. So, crying heavily, I poured a handful into my hand and stared at them, trying to get my arm to move. Eventually, I gave up and put them back into the bottle. I unlocked the door to the bathroom and drowned myself Wattpad fanfictions and writing my own.
Of course, I didn't tell my parents about this incident, as they would've gone ballistic. So, no one knows about this except those who read this.
Also, my mother just told me the other day to stop looking so depressed. I told her I don't like being the center of attention, but then she goes to say that I'm just looking and acting depressed for attention. She's my mother, and yet, she doesn't know the real me.
