Suicide doesn't matter because when you send desperate messages, nobody is really there for you, or they end up going to sleep. Anything can happen in one night. It doesn't matter; anyway, my suicide isn't anyone's fault.
Depression is only taken seriously when someone reaches their breaking point. Until then, they’re just called too sensitive, dramatic, or ungrateful for struggling.
I physically cannot stand talking to most men about anything worth while cause you can just feel the arrogance radiating off of them. They genuinely believe they’re smarter than you because they’re male.