So I'm here and a decision from my college will decide whether I go to a therapist or whether I give up on making things right. And this guy decides whether I'm really truly mentally ill and if so he'll let me stay, otherwise they kick me out. I've got no mney, no family really, just the man that I love and want to marry. But I just don't know if this is enough. I'm sure he could get over me in time. By Friday I'll know and by Friday night ill decide whether I want to go through with killing myself. You know what I find myself saying slot these days. Why? Why did I get the short end of the stick?