Since I was broken. In the past year, the following has happened

~I have started seeing a counselor
~I have been sent to a suicide ward (19 attempts as of writing this)
~I have cut into my arms
~I have been put on multiple medications just to keep me from doing the above
~I have not had a good night's rest because I am always plagued by nightmares
~I still cry myself to sleep
~and many other things I can't think of at this moment

BUT don't you dare think for a second that I'm not trying. The only reason I haven't doused myself in gasoline is because of my friends who check up on me and have been trying to make me feel like I'm worth something. I am hurt. I honestly don't believe I'll get better but I'm still trying for you, my friends, because that's who I am.

I'm living for my friends as I want to die for myself.
I had to do something for today. I promised my counselor I would. This is it.