Between The Lines! (See What I Did There?)

Dark/Sensitive

I created this story to air out my thoughts, ideas, random memes, etc. But now?I want to air out my life and just my present problems.

On October 30, 2019, I swallowed my mom's pills after trying to hang myself. I put a comment before I did it. I thought maybe someone might say something. They didn't. Even my real life friends didn't ask where I was or if I was alright. Since then, I have gotten quieter and more reserved. The quality of my writing has gone down, and I feel like I am wearing my mask a lot more often.

You are the only people I have told. You are the only people I trust.

This is the only place I feel comfortable enough to be me; comfortable.

But at this exact moment? I still feel like I can't confide in Wattpad. I don't feel like I have a safe place anymore.

A student tried to hang herself in the stall today. I don't know all the details, but it was strange to hear about.

I have gotten so used to having depression, I don't remember what it's like not to have it. I try to figure out the level of pain everything is going through. I imagine everyone going through the same thing I am.

That's why I was surprised when my mom told me she didn't.

Who has depression?

Who knows someone with depression?

Who know someone that committed suicide?

Who tried to commit suicide?

Who has to fight the urge to end it every single hour of every day?

Who has never had to deal with that?

My grades are failing. I don't mean to ask for pity, I just want to know that someone else in this universe has their own basket of issues.

Don't tell me to talk to you. I have people I can talk to.

I just don't trust anyone.

Who wants to continue through the pain?

Is it bad that I do?

Don't ask me if I am alright. No matter who you are or what you know about me, I'll always tell you that I'm "fine".