That’s all I can really say. My mental health is bad. I should have done that first thing. I’m not okay. I’m really not okay and I’m trying because I hate hospital. I don’t know how they will really fix anything. I don’t know how they can help me. All I can think is I’ll be forced to deal with everything that’s killing me that I don’t allow myself to really think about. I just want to really stop breathing. I can’t handle being here anymore. I’m safe. I just can’t live like this. I feel so sick.