My metal health is bad. I mean, really fucking bad. I pretend it’s all fine despite the millions of times people have asked me if I’m fine. I always say yes; I don’t want to be an inconvenience to them. It’s not like my terrible mental health is anything new tho. I’ve hated myself since the 3rd grade. In 7th grade my suicidal thoughts were so bad that I had to force myself to hide all the medications and sharp objects in my house away from me. My parents didn’t know then and they still don’t know now. I started to self harm then too, I never did it deep enough to leave scars. No proof I ever tried to punish myself. I still do it even 3 years later. I don’t think I’ve felt truly alive since the 5th grade. I truly don’t think that I’m going to live past 18 and honestly I think I’m okay with it.