Tumbling

You don't need to know my name, just call me A. You don't need to know my gender, it's not important anyway. You don't need to know my sexuality, it doesn't matter. You don't need need to know what mental illness I have, cus' it's obvious I do. You don't need to know my friends or family, it feels as if they don't care anyway. Nobody cares at all. All you need to know is that this is a story that could not just happen to me, but it could happen to anyone.

(This story is about someone writing a journal as a coping mechanism to suicide. I thought I could make this story to help other people with their problems as well.)