Perfect and effortless on the outside.Ugly, ever-crippling pain on the inside.I use sex as a distraction from the voice in my head urging me to end my life.I lie to everyone. My best friend, my brother, my therapist, even to myself.But truths come out eventually, and mine is about to be set free.For my sanity.For my soul. For love.For the possibility of making it through the chaos alive.This is my road to suicide.My love letter to myself.My attempt...