feeling suicidal is a comfort to me, it’s all i know. i hate to be without the thought of suicide by my side and im so young, only 18 but i feel like i’ve spent longer on earth, i woke up today and remembered how much i am aching inside. i don’t want to get better because i feel like no one understands me enough to care. i feel like my boyfriend doesn’t care. i’m sat on the floor, having just finished harming… you know. it’s become a comfort more than my partner and every day i wake up i know my days are limited