Suicidal ideas.
The pills dont work.
I’ve been feeling more and more suicidal over the past few months. My brain has been filled with so many ideas and plans. I feel so close to the edge, I can sense that something bad is going to happen. I feel so helpless.
And it’s my job, to steal and rob, graves!
GRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!
I don’t even remember sleeping. I just remember the tears. Solitude is really my only friend at this point.