I have a small bottle of vodka and a pack of 16 extra strength paracetamol. And my knife, of course, as always.
I don't want anyone to read this. Any comments that reach me will be too late either way - either I'll be wandering around alive and well or dead. It's not a choice I've made yet. I'm not even a hundred percent sure this would kill me.
However, if I took all the pills and then slit my throat I'd probably die.
I promised I wouldn't do this again. But sometimes it's hard to see further than the next five minutes.
Hush, Lentil. Be a good girl.
I just need to say it. I just need to put it down and record it. I need it to be somewhere where it might be read, even if it isn't. |
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