for some reason i feel the need to tell my friends about my suicide attempt when i was younger. i wasn't friends with them back then and i'm the only person that knows about it. we talk about serious issues like sa, discrimination, suicide, abuse often because we feel like we're the only people that care at our age when these things happen even to small children. and one of my "friends" (a friend of my close friend) has been making suicide/depression jokes and i . can't. she doesn't even know the weight of what she's saying and i have to try so hard to keep myself from yelling at her. i cannot do this. i think about the same thing every day when i wake up and every day when i go to sleep. i've had so many nightmares about it. i stopped eating at some point because it was worrying me so much. just for someone to joke about it. what the fuck?