I thought getting into college would solve everything. I thought all my depression and suicidal feelings would go away. It did, for thirty minutes. I can't take these feelings anymore and there's only one thing that relieves this oppression. Funny thing though, my therapist doesn't want to see me again. She didn't ask me to schedule another appointment. In my oppinion, I'm only getting worse. I cut at school. During classes, right in plain sight of teachers, just because I can. They never notice, no one ever does. I don't really want them to I just don't feel like their observation should stop me from coping with my feelings. I want to cut but I'm sick of aimless lines, empty words, freaky pictures. I want to do something bigger. suggest don't b shy. I've heard a lot of kids do commit suicide in college, kind of hoping that will happen to me. I feel sick all the time.