I sit here and go through each and every way to kill myself. Which would be easier? Overdose or Jumping off a bridge? Would my family care? Would my ‘friends’ care? Who would turn up to my funeral? I genuinely get excited to do it… Then when It actually comes down to it, I get so close but I fail because I’m too weak and stupid to do it. Because I don’t want to hurt anyone…I keep getting it into my head that I will get better and that people do care and that I have a future and it’ll be great! Then I get home the next day and I go through all this again.

I don’t know whats happening

                but…

Its obvious you don’t care

I hate being alive!

I can’t do this anymore.