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My stomach would no longer let me keep down food. My mind wouldn't let me block out memories of things I found uncomfortable. My legs wouldn't let me walk away from things. And nothing anyone did made me change my mind.
Apparently if you overdose, you get your stomach pumped. Also, if you slit your wrists you just get six to ten stitches. Then when you don't eat, people watch you at school and your parents force breakfast and dinner on you.
I have attempted suicide ten times in the last three years. I have stopped eating five times and plan on still dying somewhere in the near future.
I have friends and I have family but sometimes I feel as if that isn't enough. I feel like sometimes all of this repressed anger will never add up to anything worth living for. I feel like this teenage angst will never end and that death is my only answer.
Now of course I know there is a lot to live for and that dying really isn't the only answer to any of my problems. But no one could truly convince me to change my mind.
Apparently if you overdose, you get your stomach pumped. Also, if you slit your wrists you just get six to ten stitches. Then when you don't eat, people watch you at school and your parents force breakfast and dinner on you.
I have attempted suicide ten times in the last three years. I have stopped eating five times and plan on still dying somewhere in the near future.
I have friends and I have family but sometimes I feel as if that isn't enough. I feel like sometimes all of this repressed anger will never add up to anything worth living for. I feel like this teenage angst will never end and that death is my only answer.
Now of course I know there is a lot to live for and that dying really isn't the only answer to any of my problems. But no one could truly convince me to change my mind.