So, last night almost came to be my death date at the young age of eighteen. Today's been pretty okay, besides my other almost attempt. God I need help. I need the ER so bad, yet I'm so scared. Should I go? Especially after what I did yesterday to myself? Luckily I don't have any marks.
Please...I need to tell my story. Thankfully I failed. For the first time, I'm happy to fail. Well, not really.