I’m thinking about killing myself. I could take a bottle full of phentermine to cause a heart attack. Or all of my sleeping pills and Xanax. I feel that I am nothing. Of no importance. I have no friends, no bf or husband. My son would be safer with his father. I fail at life. I couldn’t protect my son. Nothing is good right now. I have no family. No one likes me. I’m worthless. I’ve never accomplished anything. People say I’m attention crazed. Truth is — I would do anything to be loved. I show my body because I want to be wanted. To […]