I feel miserable, so much so to the point that I just impulsively walked to washroom, got out my rope (I've been hiding it in my bag), tied it to the stall hook, and "attempted" to hang myself. I put attempted in quotation marks becauses I knew I wasn't really going to go through with it (not that it would have matter since I'm still having trouble putting enough pressure on to my cartoid artery and getting over my SI).
For one, I don't want to die at my school. I fucking hate this place.
Two, I also don't want to risk potentially traumatizing innocent students and staff members.
And three, I've also decided to wait a bit before actually attempting again. Some stuff came up and as a result I don't want to do it just yet.
Sometimes I feel whiny and spoiled thinking this, but why did I have to be born? I hate existing. I love my parents and I understand that they did their best to raise me but part of me hates them for bringing me into this world. I don't enjoy being alive. I find it to be awful. All the little joys of life aren't enough to cancel out the feelings of misery of I have towards it.
I've also been feeling guilty as of late, due to me having not yet told my mom about my suspension. I've been going as far as to still go school to keep up this lie. I hate it but I'm terrified that if I were to tell her that she'd snap, lash out at me, and kick me out of the apartment.
I've been having thoughts about running away since around grades 7 and 8 and they've been popping up a lot more lately.