My life isn’t bad. The things I go through are, though. I used to cut. Not bad…but enough to make me bleed a bit.

I tried to commit suicide slowly. I took 2 tylenol. Then two more. Then two more in a 1 hour basis. Then two more. It made me go to sleep.

...I woke up feeling relieved…but also upset that I wasn’t in a hospital bed and my parents there asking me why…why I did it. Why do I hurt? Why am I so sad?

Its not like I’ll come out and tell them.
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