I'm afraid. Death scares me but I wanna let go. I'm confused. It's not a phase, I swear.
I can do this. Little by little I'll get better, somehow. I will get better on my own. I'm strong, everything will go to plan. I will feel happy and alive again.
I was found dead in my room two days after. I failed. Why did they take long to find me. My body was just in my room. I thought I could do it, I was wrong. I felt... pressured. Don't be like me. Dying wasn't worth it. I was too weak. But you, you're strong. You will not fail unlike me. I regret not doing anything. Fake being happy and go out with "friends". Fake it till you make it.
Good luck.
