Living here has turned me into a pathetic emotional wreck. I’ve questioned what I wanted to do with my life, which I had never done before in my life, after I could not say yes when asked if I loved what I was studying. I met a girl who seemed interested in me, but later said that she wasn’t and I had gotten too emotionally attached before she said so. I can’t stand the people around here, but I wanted a change from where I was living before. I hate what has happened, but I really only have myself to blame for it. I’ve already tried hanging myself once since I moved out here and I have contemplated it more than once again since. I’m scared to talk with a counselor here because I’m already marked as suicidal here. I know I need help, but I think it’s too late.
