That’s it. I’ve gone vegetative, rotting away in my bed. Can’t remember the days of the week. My only life is on the screen. This is my choice. I’ve lost everything. It’s irreplaceable. The pain is too much. I’ve given up on my life. Just want to take an overdose but my mind won’t let me. I’m scared of silly things. It’s stupid.
What’s worse? I don’t even know why I’m here telling you all this.
Maybe I’m an attention seeking wh*re.