as someone who's actually lived through a suicide attempt, i believe it depends on the individual and their life circumstances. mine were too much for me to handle so i wanted to find a way out. yeah, everyone i went to thought i was a lil bitch and told me to get over it. i tried to but i couldn't deal. i guess that's why i tried to kill myself. but it's an extremely sore subject for me to talk/write about, so i never really do; it's my pride. 

sure, there's going to be those shits that post about their supposed suicide on myspace/facebook/tumblr etc.and try to get 1,000,00000,0,0 amount of likes so people will stop them. it's fucked up. i have absolutely no sympathy for them. they're not depressed, they want attention. 

but that being said, i don't know anyone's situation. someone might be suffering like i was and didn't tell anyone about it. that's why i never judge people who don't brag about it.

and those rich white kids? i knew one. star athlete, amazing artist, and a genuinely good friend. 

he ended up jumping off an overpass last year. i never knew why. no one ever found out why. he didn't even tell anyone he was going to commit suicide -- we just found out the day after. all the classrooms were empty the day of his funeral though.

so, yeah. it takes a lot of fucking courage to slit your own throat, aim a gun or your own temple, or mix those medications together on purpose. for those bringing up god: suicide is a capital sin. it's an automatic ticket to hell. shit, that takes courage to send yourself to hell.

not all people do it for attention. but, there are going to be those ignorant people who think that and i lost some friends because of my 'ordeal' or whatever. but now i know i have somewhat of a support system that i can go to. 

i'm not trying to have a therapy session or anything, just trying to explain my feelings and i don't think i'm doing a very good job. sorry, haha.