This time is different.

I don't know what to do.
I can't control these thoughts anymore.
It's getting even worse then before.
If I don't stop this I know what's coming.
And this time I think I really could do it.
Because nothing seems worth it any more.
But what the hell am I meant to do.
I don't know any one who could actually help me.
There's no way in hell I could go to a school counsellor.
But I can't go back to my old counsellor either with out my mum finding out.
Fuck.