No one was supposed to ever know about it. I always smiled. Never showing a sign of hating myself, of wanting to die. I just slipped up one day.

You guys always questioned why I constantly wore long sleeves, no matter how hot it is. I always just said I didn't have any clean t shirts.

The six of us were at your house, staying the night. Everyone else was asleep except for the two of us. You were watching a movie with me, kind of laying on my shoulder.