It's been almost twenty years now since the first time I tried to kill myself. Everybody said then don't give up, it gets better. It doesn't get better. It never gets better. I feel like I've spent twenty years living in a glass bubble, trying to touch the world outside, and I can't. I can see it, I can watch it go by, but that's all it ever does. It just keeps going by, and I'm still here, still watching, still alone. I can pretend to be normal, and people don't notice. They think I'm happy, I'm... read more
