Suicide (depressing love story)

my life never has or ever will be normal. I have never been in love, or been popular. I have just been, well, me.

I don't know if I will even live until I'm 13, because I have tried and tried and tried to use for to long to remember. my friend have tried to help me but they are just wasting their time, they should give up.

my parents don't get the fact that I want to die, I don't enjoy life. I have cut myself, overdosed, and even jumped off a roof. I just want to be left alone to die in my own thoughts with no judgement and no bullies and especially no sadness.

I have always been stuck in my own thoughts, never been able to let people in my world. no one actually knows how I feel all the time. no one is my friend that I can trust enough to tell people how I feel and what I think about my life and what will happen when I die or when I leave. Will anyone care? Will someone ask where I went or if I'm ok? Will I be missed?

but I never thought no one would care as soon as I was on a walk about to get new razor blades when I met the most peculiar boy. he was not an average boy. he was someone like no other, and he changed my life forever...