I feel like s***, I just spent 3-5 or 6 hours crying in the bathroom slitting my wrists. And now I’m told by my family I need therapy. I mean I feel bad they had to see all that s***. But I just want to be alone. I’ve got no sharp objects, no nooses, no nothing. I’m just locked in a bed room with a pillow and a blanket now and this lap top. It s****. Especially now I need to go to THE LOONEY BIN LAGOON and let me tell you. After they found all my blade collection I got pissed off I banged my head into the wall until they had to hold me down and call an ambulance. I’m tired of all this s***. Life is s***. Death is s***. Suicide is s***. It’s all s***. I’m s***. I honestly don’t care anymore I could jump off a cliff by “accident” or on “purpose” and really not care. I don’t care.

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