I put on a happy face everyday for friends and family. Almost everyone I knows thinks I’m the happiest person in the world. I spend all my time cheering other people up but hate myself more and more everyday.
Everyday I think about killing myself – walking infront of a bus when I’m walking down the street. That sort of stuff.
I don’t understand why because I have a great family and some really great friends.
I just hate spending day after day making other people happy when I hate myself so much.
I don’t think I ever would “Walk infront of a bus” and really don’t take it serious, but the fact that the thought crosses my mind scares me.