Slit my wrist 1st time.

15 April 2022 - the day I decided to slit my wrist for the first time. On that day was my dad's birthday too. I felt very sorry for my dad and I shouldn't do this but it couldn't help. I just wanted to end everything. At least I can try some methods, and find the best one that fit me well.

It was not because of my dad, not at all. I love him too much, too much to use my family as a reason to die. I want to go peacefully and nobody judge my family. They raised me extremely well, so there are no reasons to force me to end my life because of them.

Just again that I feel like my life isn't mine. I live and breathe for somebody's success and never looked back to see myself. WHAT I WANT FOR MYSELF.

However, I would be happy for them if they could complete their work in a perfect way. But wait...how about yours, Fang? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?

I kept thinking about this to find a reason to live. But as much as I think, it takes me more deep down to meet Satan...

Great...My life is the greatest fuck.

No reason to back up this story. I couldn't think of anything in a functional way. I am not normal. Never...never be normal.