When I was in 9th grade I had lost my mind. I ended up attempting suicide but failed. After that the only thing I live for is my cat. She sat by me when I had attempted suicide, making sure I didn’t die alone. My cat is the only family/friend who knows I had attempted suicide back in 9th grade. She is the only one who knows I attempted suicide because of the depression and the fact school caused me so much pain I wanted to die. She is the only one who knows the real reason why I am never going to receive a diploma and why I am a failure to many of those around me. She helped me see I do have something to live for.
