My illness is the only one that's right,the only one that's honest. My life is testament to that... I should just die already. Why don't I end it? Coz I'm stupidly conciderate and know more loss would be bad for my family. Not b/c I'm SO important,their lives would eventually carry on as usual,but the fact that another family member is gone,that would hurt them. I've got a truckloada pills,but just biding my time for now. Made a stupid promise n0t to cut again,so now I'm left with hitting myself and ripping at my hair! I EFFIN HATE THIS! I HATE ME! I WANT IT TO END!