Think I’ll go away for a while. Should be better that way. Hopefully go away from everyone too. If I stay here, I’d rather be dead. No use slipping by when you’re a coward. Would rather be dead.
Won’t bother you anymore. Gave you something that I really meant as the last nice thing to do for you. God knows you need more nice things, Margaret. With 2014 approaching, hope things get better. Walked away from this better than I have. I’m a mess. Need to clean up my act or die trying, though with how I feel lately, I’d rather be dead. Sorry for all the shit.
Feels like another pain in the ass day. Actually agreed to work today just to avoid it. Couldn’t even bare being with my family and put on a fucking smile like everything is just fine.
Feel like I’m losing my fucking mind.
Sleep all the time. Barely eat. Breathing hurts. Pissed off all the time. Tired. Lonely. Fuck Christmas. Fuck everything. Fuck everyone.
Stop telling me to fucking smile. ‘Fake it til you make it?’ What’s the fucking point? Nothing gets better. No point. Nobody gives a flying fuck anyways. Why should they? I’m a fucking mess. No point in trying to make things better if I keep failing all the time.
Glad you moved on. Hopefully, I’ll be just a bad fucking memory. No point in trying anymore.