WTF!
As I sat in my bathtub alone with my wrists bleeding I realized two things: one I am truly alone and two I do NOT want to die. I need help, and I need help bad. My only problem is receiving the help. My pride gets in the way, so I am to embarrassed to seek it, wtf am I supposed to do?
i often question my existence & many times than few i haven’t had an answer for why i feel the way i do. i can’t deal w. the way i feel anymore, i know it may be selfish but i need to do what is best for me. i love the ones that have been there but this is good bye .
no matter how many times i try my attempts have been unsuccessful when will i learn to get things right ? i can’t deal w. things much longer …
