Honestly, I haven't been able to wrap my head around this whole situation. I don't know what to feel or think. I just know that I saw something last night. It was right in front of me. No more than one foot away. Staring me in the face. I wasn't afraid, I was interested. I was smoking my vape in my room alone in order to get a moment of peace and quiet. I blew continuous puffs of smoke for about...

on february 27th 2012, 3 police men showed up at my door to take me to a mental hospital for a suicide attempt. Yes, i was set on dying. and even though i stayed at the hospital for four days and went to therapy, i still want to cut myself every day.... sometimes i do. i use almost anything i can find: broken glass, sharp pencil edges. sometimes i even think about dying. im afraid to tell anyone...