I have had a difficult life...
- Felt suicidal many times before
- Extremely emotional
- Low self-esteem
And much more. It is hard to express the depression and feelings in my body... So very hard.
My suicidal thoughts began when a girl told me things that were true but very rude. She said that my legs were hairy and that I was growing a unibrow (which wasn't true but I was growing some hair in between my eyebrows, but very little) and then she began to make fun of me because my hair was oily. Her actions created a relationship with my physical appearance and my mental attitude the resolved around escaping. I wanted to leave my own skin and I didn't know how except by suicide.
Then, one day my Dad came in and wanted to put a disc of Puss in Boots on my computer. I had downloaded and joined bad content for my computer and mental health. He asked me questions that triggered my emotionally unbalanced switch and I cried. I began to tell him after he had gotten on and checked my History. He told me to never go on these sites again and I was beginning to feel okay. You see, I had this strange "fetish" for watching weight gain crud on YouTube and my Dad was sort of overweight and I was scared he would be offended.
During this event I had thought suicidally.
This ties in with the following event of cleaning my room. My room was very messy and trashy and had notebooks with once again weight gain crud. I didn't want him to see it and once again considered suicide.
Well, I lived a good life until recently.
School.
The previous weekend I had felt very happy and optimistic and after Monday... I began to feel angry and upset and depressed. Monday is usually the day when I'm happy... But that Monday I wasn't.
During my school time, my friend and I were going to play a game where we made sentences by passing a ball. Two guys played and made offensive sentences about me. Then, by a series of events, I got smacked in the head by a ball. The guy who hit me (one of them that made the rude sentences) just said he was going to get a ball. It hurt. I assumed he hated me, so I hated him.
Even more previously before that, I had gotten a crush on someone. But, it didn't seem like he liked me back and that he liked someone else. It happened so many times with so many heartbreaks...then the ball incident...
It started to hurt.
Then, piled up with all else, it just crashed on me... I want suicide so bad...
Take me away from life... That's how I feel...it is terrible!
Someone help me...