I’m the one who wanted to kill herself and I’m still here (obviously). It still hurts to see that no one from my personal life cared enough to even leave me a message that they love me but depending on somebody else’s love will not bring me far in life. I’m still not fine, I still want to die, but I consider getting help. Maybe you’re right and I shouldn’t, maybe you’re right and only I can save myself, I have to figure it out, but for tonight, I’ll stay alive. And I thank everyone who commented on my confession, because even if I don’t know you, knowing that someone took their time to write me to change, to get fixed, to repair my life and to simply don’t die means a lot, to know that I don’t go completely unnoticed. I’m still so sad and breathing hurts and it’s sounds pathetic to say thank you but it really does mean a lot to such a pathetic human being like me, and I don’t do this for attention, not really. I do want people to notice me, but I, more than anything, want this pain to stop.