We can’t do this anymore. Life is too hard. Dying seems so peaceful. No more pain.
Need to email our therapist about this, but we don’t think she will care much. She never does. If something goes well she is really nice, but if we’re suicidal she doesn’t want to help us. Guess that should be a good thing, because she won’t try to stop us.
Too many bad memories and nightmares. Voices have won. So have the shadows and the creepy crawlers under our skin. We know what we’re going to do, what we have to do. It’s really inconvinient that we’re living with our parents though.
Don’t know how to ask for help. And we need a lot of help to get through this. It’s a losing battle, most likely.
Sorry for this negative post, but we’re completely broken.