When I was 14 suicide crossed my mind, I found out I was an "accident", shortly after my disorder was diagnosed, my father reproached me and told me that I was "defective", it doesn't matter how many of his expectations I reach or surpass , that bad string of events resulted in my first attempt... I ended up in a coma and with several fractures, from there things calmed down and everything got better, then at 19 those thoughts returned when and I accidentally contributed to my best friend's death, I ended up trapped in a bad situation, one I couldn't get out of until much later, in an environment that drains me, I'm just tired at this point. When it matters most, I fail, no matter how hard I try. Even to die I suck.