Dear Trish,
I don't understand you..at all. Things seem to affect you so much differently than they do me. Just because a girl (or your so called "friend") told you to kill yourself just because she's going to just doesn't make any sense. You sat there, for hours, researching "If I commit suicide, will I go to heaven or hell?" for no reason. You aren't going anywhere. I won't let you. You said that the solitary fact of religion was the only thing stopping you from going through with it. Well what about me? What about all of your friends who are so troubled that you're the only thing keeping them alive? What about your mother? How would she feel, finding you on a bathroom floor covered in blood or maybe your own vomit, depending on your method?
Sincerely,
What if you were the only thing keeping me alive?