I feel like a punk. As much as I think about killing myself I wonder why I haven’t just gone through with it already. I’m only living for other people. I’ve already told people that when I die, it doesn’t matter where they bury me because I’m not sure if my family has insurance on me or not.
I only wish that my first attempt would have worked. I wish that ambien and vodka would have been the magic potion to take me out of this world. I just wish that someone would understand instead of blaming me. Today has been the worst day in a […]