When I was still in highschool on three separate occasions I attempted to commit suicide. How I am still here I don’t know. Sometime between then and now I fell in love with a girl who allowed me to dare hope that the voices in my head that won’t shut up would finally at least mute to a dull rumble. Recently we began having some severe trouble and I have begun having the same warning signs that a breakdown was comming. I am afraid to tell her I have been considering making another attempt if only because I know it would hurt her to know. I love her more then anything but I feel like no matter what I do my flawed and fractured heart can’t handle what is to come.