...or not?
No.
I don't care if I don't die after this.
If I die, I win.
If I don't, I'll probably get to visit a psychiatrist, which would be fine. I win.
I win anyway.
I cannot get to a psychiatrist in any other way, my parents refuse.
I'll probably not die, and that's exactly the point.
A fake suicide attempt to get to a psychiatrist. And let it be in public.
I don't know. I feel terrible. My head's going to explode.
I don't even know what am I going to do.
What am I? Where am I? Am I even alive? Is this real? Is anything real?
Nothing feels real, it's just a dream, a dream full of depression and anxiety.
I'm going crazy, soon, soon.
Wish me luck, I'll need it
(why the f*ck am I even writing this? I should keep it to myself, as I've been doing lately)