When....

Apr 06, 2005 01:34

When I'm depressed I secretly contemplate suicide. Just think about it, what to do, how to do it. What's been running in my mind lately is me laying in a bathtub half dressed after taking a whole bottle of pills. All of that, and having Joy Division in the cd player on repeat. That doesn't mean that I'm suicidal, it just means that I think about it but it's not that I want to, I don't. It's like clockwork, I don't have control over it. I now have history of suicide in my family, even if it's only one case, and I don't want to think about it.

I know I need to be on medication, but what do I need to do when I don't have medical insurance and owe my doctor alot of money?

I thought about cutting myself the other day. I didn't do it. I haven't done it in over a year, so why start? If a man can drink after ten years of soberietry, then I could do it, but I'm not. I don't want the scars, the one's on my wrist are bad enough even though they're only noticable to me. I don't go ahead and show my scars to people. "Hey look at what I did to myself, aren't I stupid?"

I have a strong urge to hear Bob Dylan. I feel like listening to "Master's Of War."
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