Same old song and dance

I have no one to talk to. Unless you consider paying my therapist a genuine interaction. My husband doesn’t understand me so I don’t even bother him. I just tell him I’m fine when I’m not.  I actually discovered SP by searching on how to make your death look like an accident. No real winners there. What’s wrong with my life, well not much really. It’s just I’m tired of the same thing. Work, clean, sleep, eat, sex occasionally, but it’s all the same none the less.  I guess there are things wrong with me, same old song, I’m fat, nobody understands, I’m a failure, I’m lazy, the list could go on. I’ll quit boring you. I keep thinking about suicide and realize it’s selfish. Not sure I care though.  Anyways.. I’ll continue my same old song and dance routine for now.. I think.