well, fuck, i had a solid two weeks without trying to end myself after 14 years of severe depression, so my sister and i talked about getting a credit card to have some credit life, well, terrible idea, i survive in colombia and something they doesn't tell you its that when you get your first credit card you have to pay 750 just because, i didn't have enough for food before that, and now i i owe 750 dollars to the bank without buying anything, i don´t even have a bed, so i try to open my wrist because i fucking hate this, i am 21, my psychiatrist dump me because she told me i am uncurable and now i owe money i will never have, i should be dead, i want to be dead, but i suck a killing myself