| I wish I knew exactly how many pills it would take to kill me. It seems like it would take the guesswork out of the whole thing, and I wouldn't have to wake up sick and in pain, like I have before.
No, I am not an angsty teenager. I am 25 years old. I have just come to the point in my life when I am realizing that I will never become the person that I had aspired to be. I am broken beyond repair, and I am tired of being a burden on others. |
