I am someone who has ruined relationships because of how I over analyze situations. I thought, I thought, and I thought again. I created situations which are not even true and then fed on the drama. I staged these misfortunes so that I could star in my own miserable production of how I was constantly wronged by my friends and loved ones. I was obsessed with small details and blowing them out of proportion. It started like this. I got older, it got worse. I fought for no reason with my parents and my friends. I screamed. I tried to harm myself. I wanted to kill myself. For it to end. Because even then, I felt like no one would care. Still wanted my drama, even after death. Wanted people to repent for how they treated me. I was terribly bipolar. Anything could make me happy, anything could make me sad. I felt numb. I was an amazing actress, people I met on my semester abroad thought I was a happy, lively person. Little did they know that I was pretending half the time. How well I could act scared me. Now, I am to return to my home country, and I want to end my life. Nothing has changed. I need help.