I like helping people.
I really like helping people.
So when I get upset, I don't tell people.
Because then they won't come and tell me what's wrong for them.
So therefore I don't get support.
Therefore I isolate myself.
Therefore I get more upset.
Therefore I cry.
Therefore I cut.

I don't know what to do about this.
Somebody just help me.

Everybody has to break at some time. I guess this past hour was me.

People always comment, "I wish I could be as happy as you are all the time."

That comment was made twice yesterday.

Well, I'm not.

Everyday I have some notion of suicide again.

Even if it is just a little "I Wonder..."

Guys. I'm not happy.

At least not truly.

I want to cut.