I decided that if I were a doll, I wouldn’t have picked myself up. That was when I decided to kill myself. I didn’t like myself. When I was a kid, I thought I would grow up to be someone different. I thought I’d be a better person, with a better life, in a better world. I can’t explain why I tried to kill myself. I’m embarrassed writing about it now. As I’m sure you can imagine, I wasn’t in a good headspace. I made a rash choice when I felt particularly out of sorts.
