I tried to kill myself last year and I never told anyone. I just woke up one morning and hated everything, the constant drumming of it all, the fact life just went on and on and everything was so painful. I’d had enough. I cleaned my room, ran a bath and wrote an apology letter. I then slit my wrists and tried to bleed out in the tub. It’s a lot harder to slit your wrists than I thought though, I tried digging around, getting a sharper knife, I just made a mess. So, I took some pills as well and laid down to sleep. Woke up a few hours later horrendously nauseous and confused but very much alive. I’m such a failure I can’t even kill myself lol. I don’t really know what I want tbh or what might help me, change maybe? I’m just tired and hate waking up. But I don’t think I can remember ever being happy. I’m a wasted soul it seems.

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