Okay.

Lets talk about a very, depressing, topic.

Suicide.

There was a point of time in my life when I wanted to die.
Ill tell you why I didn't do it.

It was because I thought about it.
About how other people would feel.

I knew some people would really miss me.

I knew some people would never know me.

I thought to myself, Do I really want to be that selfish?

And yeah,  I am getting better. Im working on stoping cutting my skin.

I honestly dont really expect much things in life.

But atleast I got help.

I cried myself to sleep whenever I had a bad day.
I still do.
I cry.

Thats my escape.

It doesn't matter where im at.

Ill stop there because I know people wont read this.
And even if you do, you probably dont want to hear how I survived.
Heck, you probably just stumbled across this book ramdomly.

But thanks for taking the time to read this, random person on the internet.♡