I told a guy I met in my last psych hospital--the only person who ever tries to talk to me--that my suicide note would be here if I decide to do it. I have noticed he hasn't checked my blog yet. No one has.
Right now the best option seems to be ordering a helium tank when I get paid. I have no desire to keep living in this world any longer than I have to, but I'm scared of cutting my wrists (I doubt it would even work, and it would suck), but at least now I have something to look forward to.
I'm not going to bother with going to another hospital or try to call any of the stupid hotlines again. They don't work. They don't help. I just want out. That is my final decision.
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- ben
- i've been in a semi-nomadic state since the turn of the century, but i can generally be found in georgia or california. i like making up songs and playing with kitties. if you want to see how much i've changed over the years, feel free to visit my old journal from 2001-2008 at monkeeshyne.livejournal.com
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