The more I think about this, the more I feel like a whiny teen. I honestly cant stand being alive sometimes. I have no respect for myself or love..and I cant imagine why anyone else would. When the pain gets soo bad I get numb...and all I want is to feel like I can be happy again...so I cut my wrists. But im too much of a coward to do any real damage..
Then would I read other peoples stories on this site..God..I know im nothing but a little whiny brat who can't take "Teen angst" I just want to be able to feel happiness..true, pure happiness.