fucking shit.
I feel like fucking shit, and I am sick of it. I know I'm not the only person who feels this way, but shit...I feel this way, and when you feel like this, it is hard to think about anybody else feeling this way. I am sick of it. I cut the fuck out of my arm for a release. It was not enough. I want to smash at my face with a fucking hammer. I want to kill people. I don't fucking care anymore. I am not ready to put on my fucking happy face for the fucking world. I'd rather bleed it out. Fucking shit. Please, just kill me...let me die...something. I am going crazy, and I fucking hate it. I wish I had the guts to kill myself. I guess maybe it is good for me that all my meds are packed away. I would take bottles and bottles of medicine if I could right now. I will just take a shit-load of sleeping pills and hope that I don't dream...and if I do, that I won't remember them...shoot me.