I've hated my life for over a decade. I'm pacing my closet with a <Mod edit - Methods> My boyfriend is in the living room. I think of my brothers. I love them. I decide to call the prevention hotline for help instead harming myself. I call but I'm hung up on. I know that no one cares if I live or die but sheesh. Well isn't God funny. Creating me in this empty life where I have to pretend to be happy and cry in closets. A life where I would attempt suicide after only living for a decade. If I didn't love my brothers, I would've <methods> myself already.