Back in May, I had come to the realization that my life is nothing, meaningless, and I really wanted to kill myself. I had taken a total of 12 pills. All that happened was me staying up for 3 days straight.
I want to try again.
I haven’t felt any better since then. I’ve only felt more hate, anger, and sadness. All I want to do is die.
I canceled therapy the other day. There is no point in continuing if I can’t be honest with her about my attempts and I can’t afford to be hospitalized.
I feel constantly alone and my life will not pick up. If I could, I’d give my remaining days to someone else who wants to live.
I’m done with this life.