I tried taking my own life. I never told my parents this yet and they still don't know because I attempted near midnight, and that's when everyone is sleeping.
The reason why is that my life is overwhelming with bad shit. I am just FILLED with guilt and sorrow, and I just can't live with it anymore.
I slipped from the noose and fell 2 feet to the ground, hitting my face on hard rocks. It's like pebbles though, which only bruised part of my face for a small while. I didn't break my nose (thankfully), but I also got nasty cuts.
So uhh, ya. Ask me anything, but here's some questions that I'm already supplying with answers:
Q: Will you do it again?
A: I have a more effective Plan B, which is stabbing myself.
Q: Will you provide a more in-depth explanation on why you attempted?
A: Well, if you really want me to.
Q: What did you do before you attempted? What happened after?
A: I told most of my friends goodbye, and thanked them for being there with me. I told my best friend that I had a falling out with goodbye, and it was never her fault to begin with, as it is all my fault for having it happen. I am now scared to death for her who is scared to death about me. I never got to tell her that I'm okay, as she blocked me on Snapchat (after I uninstalled it), and Instagram (Her older sister blocked me too).
Q: Do you have a more positive outlook on life?
A: I kinda do, but most of the time my outlook didn't change at all. It's still filled with grief and sorrow.
Q: Thanks to you my mood is killed. Can't you possibly give me a better feeling than this garbage?