They used to be my friend. I used to do it on my wrists and overdosed on pills. It was my home. I know that things have been good now but the scissors and pills almost destroyed my life.
Let me tell you it's not worth it. I've tried to kill mysepf because the voices were to loud so I cutted myself and scratched myself. I took pills to calm the "headaches." I had plans to hang myself feom a small bridge with a rope. I want to kill myself as soon as I got out of the hospital the first time ever being in one. I stayed there twenty two days. I scratched myself and thought of dying twebty dour seven.
You should read the notebooks I have from that place... I wasn't in the eight mind. Now I'm still not a bit I still think of suicide because of the voices.
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