I have fantasies when I finally finish everything. I cut my wrists, take photos of my wound    
and I post them on my social networks. I love the idea of ​​everyone I know paying attention to me and wonder how I ended up like this. I laugh when I think in the face that a CERTAIN PERSON will put on seeing it.  I love the idea that the last thing I see in this world is everyone I know calling me to ask what is happening. All my "friends" thinking in what they could to do to avoid it. And my parents    
blaming themselves  for not worrying about my  mental health until it was late. Am I the only one?

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Ps: Sorry if there are mistakes, english isn´t my first language.