I really want to end it all right now. I keep on imagining me killing myself in different ways. I also really want to cut myself right now, too. I want to cut myself as deep as possible. I'm trying to fight those urges at the moment.
I'm tired of existing. I want to die. Yet, at the same time I also fear death. It's pathetic. At the end of the day, death is inveitable. I'm going to die sooner or later so I may as well get it over with. I'm aware that me dying is for the best. The best for me and the best for everyone around me. I want to die, but it also terrifies me.
I'm also stressed out because I don't know how I'm going to hide my sh scars, especially onces it starts to get warmer. It was never that much of a problem before because I would usually cut around my upper wirsts, where the scarring doesn't tend to be noticeable, my inner elbows, and occassionally behind my knees. Lately, I've been cutting along my forearms and the scarring is much more obvious. I'm scared about my mom finding out and getting angry at me and my family forcing me to go and get hospitalized.
I'm feeling suicidal, stressed out, and tired.