I’m probably going to kill myself tomorrow. The anxiety is getting too much for me to handle and I can’t do it anymore. I live day to day but now that life is trying to get me to move beyond that, I simply cannot follow. I’d rather die instead than live with this pain. Physical and emotional.
I love my boyfriend so much, I love my friends but they have to understand that I just cannot keep living anymore. What’s the point of trying to continue when all it does it just get worse and worse. Like what was said in Prozac Nation, people are supposed to put a band-aid on their wounds and keep going. That’s coping, isn’t it? Well yes I can put the band-aid on, but I can’t ignore the pain it brings.
I can only live day to day and I can’t be a productive member of this society. I cannot change the world and I cannot live amongst normal human beings anymore. I’d say I’m sorry but you all know that I’ll be happier when I’m gone – I want be her problem anymore, my boyfriend won’t have to worry about me, in fact no one will. I’ll just be a memory that you’ll reflect on once in a while, recollections of your time with that idiotic suicide girl.
I can’t do this anymore.