Sometimes, lots of times, I think of ending it. I don’t really want to, like everything else in my life I have very little will power. The smoking, drinking, but worst of all its the endless thoughts. I am not sure if its voices. sometimes its me, sometimes its a movie character. There is never any purpose to it, just every day things I guess. I cant sleep, when I do its a crash, feels like getting hit by a freight train. I think I am afraid of the dark.
The last 2 months have been the lowest and darkest I have ever experienced. My whole […]