I'm currently 14 but i want to kill myself so badly. Ive tried it about 23 times and they all failed, the one that most of my friends know about is the time i consumed 30 pills within a day and while at school, some of the pills were for my cramps that day but when i got home i kept taking pills among pills i never stopped, i kept laughing all night not sure if what to do, I had the urge to take more as time passed, I couldn't cry i just sat there laughing at absolutely nothing, when i told my closest friend about it she said it was okay to feel this way and that she understood, but i never truly believed that. I told another friend later but all she did was yell at me over and over gave me help lines to call and told me "YOU NEED HELP" I had the urge to stop being a people pleaser and tell her straight up that I knew I needed help but forcing me to get it isn't going to do jack shit but I didn't. after a while it made me realize, I was the one there for her the most. She clung on to my friends and my friends loved her, not seeing her 'everything is about me' side. She never checks up on me but I always do, she always takes about boys and when I have something important to say and I tell her she always dismissed it, then brought up another subject about her and things that she likes. It makes me feel sick whenever she texts me and I don't know how to deal with it anymore. [Sorry for the shitty spelling and run-on sentences]
I sometimes wish something would happen to my husband so I can start a relationship with my co-worker. I don’t want to cheat, and I don’t want to get a divorce either since we have a daughter, but I’ve fallen for my younger male co-worker. Since my husband got a new job 6 months ago, he has come home from work, passed out, wake up to eat, then passed out again leaving me to fend for myself and our child until the next morning when he wakes up to go to work and repeat the cycle. We haven’t had s3x in almost 3 months because of this pattern. My co-worker though, asks me about my day, makes jokes with me, looks at me with soft eyes that makes me feel like I’m wanted, and when we touch on accident it makes my heart race. I want him so much. Sometimes, when I catch him looking at me, I feel like he feels the same. I would never do anything, but I’ve been having increasing thoughts of scenarios with my husband dy!ng and being able to make a move on my co-worker. It makes me feel so sick, and I can’t tell anyone for advice cause I know they’d look at me like a monster.