I was self-harming and on the verge of suicide.

None. I don't make friends easily because I can't stand most people. She was different though. She was always kind, understanding and patient with me. Now I have no idea if I'll ever see her again and it's killing me.

My outbursts are getting more and more severe as the days go by. I've been ripping my house apart and I had everything I could do not to throw a rock through someone's car window yesterday. The only thing that stopped me is the thought of her. If she does cut me out of her life, or if she doesn't respond soon, I probably will just snap. I've had enough and lashing out at people is the only way I can catch a break from all of this pain.