First of all, in case you're wondering, Amnesia is a medical case responsible for the lack of sleep. Or maybe it might appear to be a 5SOS song to you. If so, HALLELUJIAH MY FELLOW FANGIRL.
Enough about me...But wait, this is my story. It should be about me. However, you, the people on the list, MADE me. Throughout those 4 years in Middle School, you all have, at some points, witnessed during my best and worst. So I just want to let you know that you are appreciated, no matter what others might get the chance to say.
Why this, you might ask?
You see, I have just finished the book "Thirteen Reasons Why" a while ago. Basically it's about this girl, Hannah Baker, who committed suicide, and her box of tapes. After her death, the box is sent on to multiple names on her list, in which each tape explains one of the reasons leading up to her doings. But I don't want to blame anybody. But again, I find myself in Hannah all so many times.
So here it is, 8 reasons (I chose eight 'cause it looks like the infinity sign. I don't do random, ok?) why I didn't commit suicide. In other words, you eight, are my saviours.
Don't flinch at the sound of "suicide" just yet. I guess you all have known, to some extent, that I used to be depressed and suicidal. Some of you even got close enough to know I had been self-harming a lot. I'm not doing this either for attention, or for your pity, nor am I ashamed of all this. I know, having suicidal thoughts is one selfish thing to do, but the action itself does not define who the thinker is. There are moments I even planned on how to not be found, or how to do it silently. I got so far that I once mindmapped my own last words.
And so, here it is. Welcome, folks, to my story. Of how lucky I was to not lose my mind in the process of growing up.
P.S: You do notice that the names of the chapters are actually songs or artists. Hm. Go listen to them or whatever.
