Yesterday I tried to kill myself. I almost succeeded but something saved me. When I was in the hospital and they were cleaning my wound out to stitch me up I saw how close I was and fainted. I honestly believe it was my grandma who saved me and pushed the knife that centimeter away from my vein because I very clearly saw it. A lot of fucked up shit happened in the hospital and I filed a complaint against one of their nurses for telling me instead of cutting myself I should've stabbed the person who hurt me. They discharged me within 5 hours of me voluntarily bakeracting myself. Suing the hospital, gonna get paid. Gonna get the help I need. Gonna receive the love i need. I am beautiful. I will grow. I will learn. And I will be okay.