Okay I don`t do self-injury not exactly and no suicide has never crossed my mind. But, one day it might. I really struggle. I know my problems and stories are so small compared to a lot of others on this site. But still, that doesn`t make my problems disappear. they`re still there. I am WAY 2 sensitive. And that doesn`t work well because all the guys are big stupid jerks (well, at least the ones i know, no offense to any guy reading this unless you are homeschooled and live in Alabama and your name starts with J) and heartless people which practically makes up the majority of this planet. So, please pray for me. Right now, as you are reading this, say a little silent prayer for me. I could use it. My parents just don`t understand a lot of the time (I guess this is true with all parents to an extent.) And then there`s those little secrets that are a heavy burden to carry. A depressed person not doing 2 well, a scary decision just made by them. I don`t consider suicide as an option but really i wouldn`t complain a bit if God took me on. I so terribly miss those carefree childhood days. I was so inoccent. I didn`t know much. I didn`t have to worry if my friend would be dead by tomorrow or involving themselves in another way of self-injury, inflicting pain/death. I know devastating, sob-worthy stuff I wouldn`t in a million years post on here, it`s all inside, but just say a prayer that God`ll ease my burden.

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