I don't know, dude. I was born so poor that my mom used to send me out on the streets or to shops to beg for food. My older sister literally died before I was born, and I almost died of malnutrition and infections too.
But life got better when I was 12 because my mom married an older guy from another country, and I wasn’t starving anymore.
Still, I planned my suicide when I was 13 and promised myself I’d do it at 16. When I turned 16, I drank bleach and woke up in a puddle of vomit.
I often regret not killing myself properly that day. I had the courage, Now I don't anymore.
Kids aren’t that stupid. I already knew then that life was hardly going to be worth living.