Welcome to hell. You're going to regret coming here.

*TW* I'm not going to have a good day. I have three suicidal friends and one may have already offed themselves last night. I've been through a lot with them, even as online friends. Panic attacks, nightmares, hallucinations, I helped the best I could. Even when things got worse, and they discovered their alters, and I didn't know how to help, we would still talk and try to get through things. Damn, I really loved them. I didn't sleep well, I haven't eaten today, and that's making it worse on me. I can't take anything seriously because of this. Everything seems so useless and insignificant. I know it's wrong to feel like it's my fault, because I know for a FACT that it was not my fault, but I just can't help but feel like I messed up somehow. I'm trying so hard to hold people together but it's like instead of using super glue, I'm using a cheap glue stick. I don't know when I'll snap again. God, I'm tired.