I'm depressed, I've attempted suicide 3 times, and I self harm. No one seems to understand what it's like to go through it, in real life, that is. They don't understand what it's like for me to cry non stop and not be able to stop crying until I cut. They don't understand the thoughts that run through my head telling me how worthless, idiotic, stupid, dumb, unloved, etc. I am. They don't understand what it's like in those moments where I am cutting, how it relieves me as bad as it sounds, etc. They don't understand how hard it is to fight those thoughts of suicide and stay alive sometimes, even though I have promised myself never to try to kill myself again. It's kind of like I am alone in my struggles in real life, but only have online to come to for support.. but i long for someone to see how much I am struggling, and just hug me, and let me cry until I calm down, just like in the movie thirteen.