I always contemplated suicide when i was a teenager, but always scared to actually commit it. Ever since i got into a relationship with my bestfriend who is still my bestfriend today i never really thought about it. But today my mind blew me and i just couldnt hold the stress and frustration in. I hate being ugly, my personality, being used, and most of all days where i have no friends. I hate my existence. I hate needing to survive off pot to make me happy rather then overwhelmed.