When I was 18 I tried to kill myself. Five years later, I’m still fighting with myself. Now I want to share my battle with mental illness.
I wish it was a good day today. Instead it is simply a good day to crawl up in a ball and disappear forever. I feel defeated and alone, even though to those reading this I probably simply sound like a broken record. I thought moving here was supposed to be the start of something … More Good day to die – 20