This is never gonna end I guess, the feeling, it will never go away. Will I always have to live with it?
I remember back towards the end of April when I actually started to really think about how I could end my life, and when, and where. It was the top question in my mind, I spent more time daydreaming about that then I normally did with teenage stuff. What the hell happened to my mind. Every thought became overridden by thoughts of suicide. I always thought that the day after graduation was the best day to do it because I wouldn’t have to be around for the summer. But that plan completely went down the drain, I know I’ll regret it later on.