Dunno why I feel the need to add this but as an act of getting it off my chest, I think the most painful yet reoccurring thing is that every time I cry, I would cry over [insert problem/thought here]...and then inevitably, I’d cry over the fact that I’m always alone, with no one to listen and to help :”) I don’t know, I find it too much that I have to carry all of this myself, handle everything myself. Somehow this has gotten to such a critical point where no one but myself is aware of the attempts I made to die.
I’ve run out of resources and shoulders to cry on...my parents/family have made it quite clear that they don’t like it when I vent to them and the only kind of friends I have are those who only want the,, happy side of me. And it’s totally fine, I understand them, not everyone has the capacity to be of support, besides they also have their own share of burdens. But I still find it sad.