Fuck
I feel so helpless today, like nothing I do is ever the right thing. My anxiety is through the roof, which means I'll have to load up on sleeping pills to get to bed. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I took one too many. If I ended my life, died in my sleep, a peaceful angel. I think about how my family would feel. They have their little golden boy so I'm sure they wouldn't feel much. I want to leave this place so badly. This world has nothing left for me.