Once upon a time I broke down crying. The person comforted me. After being comforted I explained I want to die and kill myself. I said I'd probably cut myself. They told me I wouldn't and don't have the balls, so I cut my wrists and sent pictures. I lived, but dealt with a nasty infection. I bought anti-bacterial cream after the migraine it gave was too much. Someone found me in this pathetic state, told me they loved me. That was a lie. They lied, manipulated me and cheated. Another scar born yet death never arrives.