I was an too emotional person from my childhood, I can't control my emotions and always feel extremely sad for even the slightest thing. Because of that I only had few friends but still had a lot of problems at school. I'm an introvert so most of the time i spent my time at home in my room, I was a good student but with the depression and other problems I became addicted to video games and self harm. I first attempted suicide by cutting veins and since it didn't end me I found it as another way of self harm, cutting veins instead of the skin. With all I changed my school and went to a new school hoping everything will get better but kids started bullying me and calling me an addict so I lost all hope in a good life. Maybe I was too soft I couldn't take a simple joke and go on with it other than over think everything. After everything, whenever my mind think about putting a little effort to build up my life again, suicide crosses my mind and I start to think that suicide is easier than working to build my life back up.
People with guns must be so lucky.
People with guns must be so lucky.
