I think it’s over

I think I’m done. I just can’t do this. I’m not sure yet, but I think I’m going to try and kill myself again. Last time I failed but this time I’ll be sure to end it. I still want to see how a few things go down, but I’m pretty much sure. Not much else can go wrong and it’d take a miracal to make me happy. Everyone thinks I’m this strong person who can’t be touched by earthly problems. But I’m not. I’m just a girl who is so fucked up that it’s hard to comprehend. I already know what I’m going to do if I go through with this. I’m going back to Ireland for a bit this summer. I used to live by a little area of cliffs by the ocean. I almost pitched myself over the ledge once, but my buggering friend talked me off. But now he couldn’t care less and I can finally leave this bloody earth. There’s a few things I need to work out still, but I almost feel relieved.

The coutdown’s begun.

5 weeks.

Thats when I leave. My emotions are mixed but it feels right.

I just want to see how some things go down. Then I’ll put it into action.

I think my fight is over. If I ever get a famous quote, let it be this;

I’m finally stepping out of the ring.

Dramatic, ain’t it? I love it though.