Every time I make a rant about how suicidal I am I feel bad for all the people who send me notes of comfort. How can strangers care about some anonymous writing on the screen more than I can care about myself? I feel sorry that I write those things amd I wish I didn’t feel this way. I don’t want to get better and I don’t want to feel this bad. I’m so lost in my conflicting beliefs and thoughts…and Im so grateful people spent time out of their day to write personal notes to me. It means a lot. I’m going to try to live. Thank you to all the people who wrote on my vents-even if you don’t know me and I don’t know if you’re reading this. I’ll take it day by day. I’ll look for some sort of answer to all this. Maybe one day I’ll find a solution to these problems I’ve been through this year. If I don’t survive, I tried my best. But, I’ll keep trying Thank you