My ex boyfriend and my best friend. Again. For the third time. I am heartbroken. I can’t do this.
I didn’t want to be alive yesterday, so I took too much Zopiclone and slept for England.
I don’t want to be alive today either.
I’m starting Lithium tomorrow, and I’m terrified.
I have never felt so alone. I feel sick. I feel exhausted. I am drained. I feel sick. I am so depressed I don’t know what to do.
Suicide is a tempting seductress, coaxing me with open arms and a warm smile and promises of happiness.
I’ll be happy in the next lifetime.
If you can’t find something to live for, you better find something to die for.
In that case, I am going to die for you.