classify text {harassment, self-harm, religion insult, sexist, hate, racist, safe for work, psychiatric or mental illness, porn}, text `I’m so lost and I’m so...done.I have a gun. An old neighbor gave it to me “for protection” when I moved; I’ve always hated guns.

Tonight I put that motherfucker to my head and, unloaded, pulled the trigger. Just to see how easy it would be to end this. I ended up telling my best friend but as with all my friends she’s hundreds of miles away. I genuinely feel like for me, the end by my own hand is simply just a matter of time. I’ve tried before; two or three times. Always was found; didn’t take enough; you know. Now I’m 32 fucking years old and see nothing to look forward to. My partner left me when he went to rehab for the billionth time. Although we speak casually I feel a huge hole where he was supposed to occupy space with me. What was I to him? Just some mommy stand-in? None of my friends - no one actually - knows how truly bad this is. And I’m so so so FUCKING SICK of hearing cAlL a hOtLinE like lol ok buddy those are such a joke it offensive. 

I’m a fucking mental health worker. I’m supposed to have to together by now. I survived so many horrific things in my life but I wish I hadn’t. When yet another one of my close friends died a few weeks ago, you know what my first thought was? Before anything else? I was fucking jealous.

I think I am beyond help. When I was 11 I clearly remember telling my friends at a sleepover that one day I would kill my self. That shit isn’t normal. I feel bound to this stupid miserable fate no matter what I try to do to fight it.

Will it ever get better?! Please help me, please...the only reason I’m still here is so my family doesn’t have to suffer. Please give me another reason to keep trying.`, return in JSON {'label'}
{"label": "self-harm"}