I actually am going to try and kill myself again soon. I want to die. I’m only fourteen. I can’t do this anymore. I need to prove to someone that I’m important enough for help, or I need to just stop existing and sleep permanently. I’m going to kill myself. I can’t do it any time soon because of this fucking trip but that doesn’t mean it’s any less of a crisis. If jumping off a building guarrentees a death I would do it but no. So I’m going to wait till I’m home. I’m so depressed it’s fine because no one cares anyways. I’m just a kid though.