Hamlet

 I wish sleep these days would come easy. There is a lot of knowledge, a lot of information I will never obtain in this lifetime. I'm beginning to understand, as natural as it may come to others, this is the reason to wake up in the morning; to look for those mental or physical hidden doorways you hadn't seen before. An even better reason to wake up in the morning is love.

 This is where I'm letting in a little more love. I tried to end my life four nights ago. I gashed my wrist with a razor. Luckily, a close friend of mine came to check on me after I had assured my family that I loved them and was going to bed. My sister called 911 as my friend tried to put pressure on the wound. I can't believe that I had actually asked him to stop, I asked him to let it bleed.
 What I can't get my head around is that there was love, right there with me, my reason to wake up in the morning... and I wanted to cop out? What makes me the 'damaged one'? I just can't understand how I can be so giving and caring to everyone around me and yet still try to perform the most selfish task known to man.
 I am talented. I am loved. I am insightful. I am creative. I am great with people. The list goes on! I am all I'd ever want to be for now and I'm only going to get better. This experience has definitely been my wake up call.

 To all my family and friends, I am sorry that I did this to you. From now on, I will try my best to give back what I take.

 I love you all.