This quote isn't going to be pretty, but I'm scared, I'm really scared.
I'm known as the bubbly loud girl at school, but I'm not. It's all an act.
I'm actually always sad and I self-harm.
Yesterday, it was a horrible day.
I was crying all the way home.
When I got home I was sobbing my eyes out and I was home alone.
There was a bottle of pills on the table. I took out seven.
I wrote 4 letters and a list. The letters were to my mom, my dad, my brother, and my bestfriend who moved this summer. The list was a list of people who I didn't want to blame themselves.
I took the pills one by one listing a reason for each, and then I went to lie down on my bed.
I woke up to my brother knocking on my door. I realized that because they were over the counter pills they didn't work, but I did have a massive headache.
I realized that my borther would have found me if they did work, and I knew that it would have broken him.
I immediately hid the letters and the list in the bottom of my drawer.
I'm scared. Someone please talk to me.