If you’re reading this, thanks, you’ve made my day.
I don’t know where to start honestly, this “story” is going to escalate quite quick, so fasten your seat belts folks. I’m young, very young actually, I am not quite comfortable with sharing my age. But I was just crying a few minutes ago, cheesy, but true. But I am of the age where I want to take control of my life, I want to live it to the fullest. And I am doing neither, I suffer from Carpophobia, (fear of wrists), and some other stuff I’ll get into later.
I don’t quite know whether or not I want to fully open up on here, but it’s anonymous. I guess, so let’s start with the fact that I want to kill myself, yep, told you it was going to escalate.
I’m not doing this for attention, if I wanted to. I would share my name, and who I am, but I’m not. I don’t think anyone has the right to that info.
I’m upset with who I am, I don’t want to be me, and don’t think to yourself “this girl needs help” *Pretty sure I forgot to mention I am a female* because I might need help, but I’m trying to help myself, which isn’t quite working, but I’m trying, it’s hard to get all my thoughts out, especially when I don’t know who’s going to read this. And when, for all I know nobody will ever see this and ever read this *whoa good way to crush yourself*!…
But I’m fat, whoa typical suicidal person. This must be getting boring for you and you probably don’t care either, and I’m not saying I’m going to kill myself today, or tomorrow, or anytime soon, but I intend to end my own life when it gets too hard for me to handle on my own, and I don’t want help.
I don’t need it. Because it really is too complicated for anyone to understand, and people that I have told in the past simply say. You aren’t old enough to make these decisions. As if age has anything to with whether I want to wake up in the morning. if you made it this far. Thanks, especially for listening to some suicidal girl who keeps babbling, and by the way, whoever is reading this. You’re perfect, don’t forget that.