Well, here’s something that I was scared to tell anyone.

In 2017, a few months after Michael ( my BF ) left Nevada, I um...

I actually did try to kill myself, 3 times, all by hanging...

But I stopped myself. Why? One person, Michael. 1/?

I stopped because I knew how much he would miss me.
I knew how heartbroken he would be.
I knew that he wouldn’t wanna lose me.
I knew how many memories we’ve made together.
I knew he probably wouldn’t be the same without me.

I stopped because of him. 2/?

If I had to be honest, Michael is one of the very few people I can trust.
He’s been there for me through thick and thin, and I wanna do the same.
He’s basically my hope.
The reason I live.

ILY, Michael. <3 ( 3/3 )