I used to tell my best friend everything and when I say everything I mean everything. Too much actually. So much I hightened her anxiety. Now that she’s incredibly anxious, it’s my time to be strong for her. Sad part is, I’m not very strong right now. I wanted to call her to ask for her help in calming me down so I wouldn’t SI, but I knew it’d just give her a panic attack. She must stay stress free. No, she’ll never know how bad I want to SI. I can’t believe I’m thinking about that again.

Do you ever feel like everyone in the world just hates your guts for no apparent reason?