I don’t know what would really become of me without the things that I do, or at least the thoughts of it. I feel like if I didn’t, that I probably would’ve ended my life a long time ago. I don’t know what to do. How can I stop, but still be alive? People tend to write this problem off as whatever, but they don’t know. They don’t know what it feels like to reach a point in your life that you feel this is the only way to can get through it. Not unless you’ve been there can you ever understand.