February 1, I went into the hospital because I tried to commit suicide. I tried to because I couldn't take the pain anymore...bad idea. When I got out of the hospital I thought things would be different. looks like I was wrong. Everything was the same besides how I think and act. I kept on wanting to cut myself everyday because school was a living hell and my family didn't understand me. My mom was still a living drug addict, my dad want to tell me about my problems and same with his, my brothers started understanding but not as much, and my grandmother still lazy and keeps her mouth shut when ever my brothers and I get in trouble. So there you have it. That is my life for you. I just want everyone to know that they are not alone in this and that you have to keep fighting.
