One of my favorite hobbies back then was sitting at the edge of rooftops. I just turned 19, but if I have to count, I've tried to kill myself 37 times in my life.


i've overdosed at 14, tried to hang myself every single fuckin day in March at 16, fail, pass out, wake up and repeat. Hotbox charcoal once and hanging out of anxiety three times around 17, overdose and hospitalized again at 18.

not trying to belittle anything, but i just don't know how to feel anymore when I hear about histories of suicide attempts, like it just shocks me how different and alone i can feel even when two people are both suicidal..?