It’s really lucky that I’m not alone, and that I don’t have anything sharp.

Because today is one of those days where I’m this close to throwing in the towel and ending it.

I’m tired of all this bullshit and maybe I should end it with them because I can’t do it

I can’t function I can’t work I can’t do it

nothing is working right and I’m cold and I’m sobbing silently and I can’t do it.

I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t

help me dear god or I’ll be gone by dawn

would you even notice?

I couldn’t breathe yesterday.

Today feels like I got a new lease on life.

It can be said that I went back to the same thing

but I don’t believe it is the same at all.

It feels different, though it feels like home.

I missed them so much.

is this what it feels like to be suicidal?

well shit.

I pulled open the cut again. I just can’t deal with shit like this.

I feel useless. Alone and useless.