It was when I was 11… the first time I ever felt suicidal and really wanted to die was really impulsive, so I wanted to run away and starve myself to death, but that was only an impulse so what did I know. After that, when I actually was sure that there was no way out and that I had nothing left, my method to CTB was going to go to the train station after school, breaking in without paying (for some reason I even wanted to be seen) and then jumping in front of the next train, just like that. I was just expecting to land on the tracks and then for "something" to happen. I'm glad I didn't do it or barely tried, even though that new realisation of how difficult it is was painful.