Last night I wrote an impromptu suicide note, walked into my yard and sat down with a razor in my hand. I couldn’t bring myself to slit my wrists, but I cut up my thighs pretty bad. I can;t bring myself to write a proper suicide note now, even though I know I should-after all, I feel like when I’m suicidal again I won;t be in a state of mind to do it. I just want everything to stop and I feel selfish and gross, but I know people would be happier without me around.
