I’m so suicidal it’s not even funny anymore. Although, a part of me is sure that I won’t.

Sick of leading a double life. One of a powerful, smart, reliable, A+ student. Another of a dark, s***** being, a person in the B*** life. Sick of falling in love, getting hurt, and knowing very well that I put this upon myself.

Hate the fact that I love being miserable. Love being so sad, to cut, to think of suicide… so dark. So dark.