i freaking called a crisis line what the fuck is wrong with me they will call the cops and send me back to the looney bin god i hope the police dont show up at my house tonight.I even told her the state i live in.Now i feel even worse.I hope i get the chance to end myself tomorrow since they think its friday
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its unbeleivable that today im talking to you all when tommorow will be another attempt that i will probably fail at but im going to try anyway.If i should die.I will probably figure out to late its a mistake and that im stupid.Im just tired of the mindless dysfunction of my life and household. I cant take all this screaming.And i have a therapist who still has not gotten back to me.I just ended today with my current therapist.That alone is a hard loss.I cant take this back.Its been planned and so it will happen. If anything goes wrong its my fault. Im a […]
if its infected tommorow ill go to the doctors, its not  anymore just weeping..is that a good idea?
Well, last night I very nearly got talked outta it without the person even realising just what they had achieved, just a friend however their words made a big difference. Actually I did get talked outta enough to actually think about having a party sunday afternoon. Today however has just shown that staying is just a dream really, this world is something I really do not want to be a part of. As the clock ticks down I am hoping to see a really good friend tommorow for drinks, and then I have done everything I want to do.
I still need to get my living […]
I overdosed like two weeks ago. But i never took all the pills.Im tired of seeing people suffer around me and im tired of suffering. So what ive decided and this is not for sure but to either take the remaining pills when i see my psychiatrist tommorow. Ive tried this before. People think im joking so im going to prove that im not. Im scared but i know what i have to do. theres no turning back unless the pills magically dissapear which i very much doubt. SOmetimes i feel like a drug addict cause whenever i have pills i end up taking them […]
I hope when Im dead, my mom, brothers, friends, family, read all these post. They don’t know I’m suicidal, not the slightest clue. When they find me dead I hope they read these post, maybe then they’ll start to care about me… I hate crying, I can’t wait to huff this can of hairspray, feel my body go numb. Maybe it’ll stop my heart or something, or at least it’s supposed to. But no, I’ll wake up tommorow with a massive headache and put my days on repeat, how much longer?