i cant breathe, i just smashed a glass plate all over myself. and instead of picking it up i just sat in it crying.
i can’t talk to anyone. im always alone now. im potentially homeless again. i hate my entire situation. to top it all off my therapist is dropping me. im tired and i just fucking give up. im tired of trying to fix myself and make myself better for no reason.
im so over this week. im so over everything. Im ready to just swallow a handful of ativan cuz fuck it.
wow. cool. thannksss jason.
i need to find a place to live.
im sitting there fucking crying and i look over my shoulder and you’re staring at your phone.
and then you constantly sit there and tell me how im not good enough and make me feel stupid then walk out
what do you expect me to do. how do you expect me to be okay
after everything how do you expect me to fucking be supportive when it affects me like thos.
im fuckoing going to puke right now
and my knuckle is bleeding. im hysterical. this has been the worst fucking weekend ever just thanks. im so done with feeling like this
im going to swallow a whole bunch of these stupid pills or drown mtyself in the bathtumb thats sounds so great right now.
What fucking makes you think talking to me like that out of nowhere is ok and gets you fucking anywhere with me. I’m not a piece of fucking meat
I can’t see me living past the next 4 months.
All I want is to just kill myself
I feel so sick
The pages of the note are numbered.
That’s really cute … :/
I’m really not ok currently
I’m just over being hung up on stupid boys.