My name is Mar, which means "Sea". I am a depressive fuck and I have suicidal thoughts too often, but my boyfriend keeps me alive. He makes me want to live. He is depressed too. I'm told that I smoke too much pot, but I don't really care. I mean, they don't know that I used to self harm, which is worse.
And I don't really care about what happens to me as long as I can still write. I am a writer and it is by writing that I let my demons out.