I'm sorry that you think you are so perfect. You haven't driven yourself insane trying to deal with the pain of cutting yourself because you can't stand the person you see when you look into the mirror. Clawing and clawing at it, but it never gets any clearer. I'm glad though that you have never had to deal with not being able to breathe because your lungs were ripped from your chest along with your only reason for living. I'm sorry that your high horse died and you couldn't ride it anymore; but don't end it because you would call yourself an attention w**** like you have called so many people before. Maybe that is a good thing though. It's good that you haven't felt so bad about yourself that you thought you deserved to die, or deserved to cry as the crimson dripped from your plain veins like a waterfall staining the floor. I'm sorry that everyone doesn't fulfill your definition of perfect so they don't deserve to have real support or be loved because of a problem they can not just will away. I'm sorry that you feel so bad about yourself that you need to crush people who aren't just crying out for attention but need help! People that need to feel loved for once without there being a catch. Without having the fear of being latched onto the back of a four wheeler and drug across a barren desert. I'm sorry you don't see where these people are bleeding from. Just because you don't believe in something doesn't mean it doesn't exist. You don't believe in a God. Well neither do I but people are still possessed by the devil all the time. You don't believe in homosexuality but guys still kiss guys and girls still kiss girls. That's just reality! You don't believe in suicide. Yet the bodies still hide behind close doors with a rope tied around their necks or pills overflowing from their mouths or blood staining their blouses. With a note on a desk saying that the only way to end their pain was to lie down and go to sleep for the last time. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that they don't look perfect in your eyes but they do in mine. I just didn't get to them in time. I didn't see the signs you are blind to; but sure they were just trying to get attention. Lying there waiting for a death to bring them some form of peace. A death that brings darkness, not light as many would expect. At least darkness will keep them away from people like you. I'm sorry that you are so ignorant that you think it's right to call these people fake. For God's sake the only one wanting attention here is you! You aren't hiding the burns or cuts on your wrists, or marred fists; or the pills that you will take later.