I could've killed myself last night. There was nothing stopping me, But I just laid in bed and fell asleep like a coward.
The real kicker is that I realized there's a bridge near my house that we go on when I go to school. I know how to get there, I know that I CAN get there, and throwing myself off of it seems a whole lot less painful than slicing my wrists to ribbons.
I just want hrt, man.









