When you're as depressed and suicidal as me, it becomes your everyday struggle to not cut or overdose. It's such a big part of my life, trying to keep safe, that it defines me.
Some girls are pretty. I used to be pretty. Everyone thought I was hilarious. No one sees that anymore. I'm known for my craziness, not my strengths.
It's not so bad, though. No one ever ignores me if I'm sad. There's always 20 people lining up if they find out I'm suicidal to "talk about my feelings". Everyone that loves me does everything they can to make me happy. That's a lot more than some people can say.
I don't know why I'm telling you all this, but that's kind of all I am; a crazy kid. Not because I'm schizophrenic or anything, but because I'm emotionally unstable, compulsive, depressed, suicidal, and a cutter/ burner.
P.s. Yes that's a super fake last name. I made this when I was 12.