I feel really bad about not having a journal. It seems like writing down my thoughts used to keep me sane. Gosh, I'm going insane right now. Sometimes I question the point of living all together. I really do. Somedays, I want to kill myself, or go completely insane and have to live in a mental hospital for the rest of my life, but what kind of life is that? No life at all. I'm pretty sure Peter would drop me on the spot if he knew what I thought 24/7. If I could go to a mental hospital, I wouldn't have to do anything. I just want to give up. I don't want to kill myself per say. I'm just sick of trying.

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