It’s been a while.

I haven’t posted for a while, not a great deal has changed, I had my 23rd birthday on Saturday another year of suffering, I didn’t want my birthday to happen I had thought that I’d be dead by now..

I still haven’t managed to get hold of a helium tank. I wish there was someway to escape this void that I’m stuck in.

Ive been seeing my psychologist as of late.. He has warned me that if I keep up this behaviour that will be seen by the triage team, I don’t really care.. I feel like I have nothing to lose anyway.. Everything just seems aimless. It’s so frustrating,

I get no enjoyment out of the things I normally do, the meds make me numb to everything.. Why does it seem that the longer I exist the more pointless things become.

I tire of this…