it’s been 4 years. 4 years since I was sent fedex’d home from summer camp because of suicidal thoughts and daily cutting. 4 years since I showed my mom my wrists as she burst into tears. since then I haven’t experienced even one happy day. every day is a painful struggle and i go to bed each night hoping i won’t wake up the next day. and slicing my wrists only relieves the pain for a minute or two until it creeps up again. but i can’t take it anymore. there’s no fucking point to living. nothing is worth this kind of pain..i promised my friends i’d try to improve but recently ive just been pushing people away so they’ll be less hurt people hurt when i go. and i think that’s tonight…