March 3rd I attempted suicide and came pretty darn close to succeeding. Closer than ever before. After spending the whole month of March in ICU and then the psych hospital I was discharged on the 30th. I try to be ok, I try to find and hold on to hope, but I'm just sinking right back to where I was when I tried to end my life last month. I'm angry that it didn't work and determined to try it again until I succeed. Life is just to much and too hard, I can't do this.