The thing about cutting yourself, or trying to kill yourself is that you really don't understand why anybody would do it, until you actually attempt it yourself. It is very lonely on the other side and it's alot like tunnel vision. I'm starting to cry now. You become very selfish, and only see the freedom of dying, and it's really hard to come back into the light, but I did it. I appreciate my life now, and I've given up killing myself; there's one thing I still hate though. I still want to die.
I won't kill myself anymore, but if somebody were to try to kill me, I probably wouldn't stop them. Some appreciation; huh. I'm still working on it. I was suicidal for 7 years and the fact that I made it, makes me feel better. Part of the reason I love college so much is that it gives me reason to live. And my students. I love them; if it weren't for them, I wouldn't be posting this now. I have a long way to go until my depression is gone, but at least, I'm still here to fight it.