My life is perfect. I have the boy of my dreams. I’m figuring out what’s wrong with my body and I’m starting out clean. But, I just sat there and tried to kill myself. I put a wet wash cloth to my face, and I made it to were I couldn’t breathe. Why I did this, I have no idea. I was just sitting there, letting everything run through my mind..

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