But not for wishing.
Ah, blah, that's depressingly morbid, and potentially emo (or it would be if it wasn't for the fact that the doctor had to kindly inform me I was already on as much medication as they can actually put me on and to keep waiting patiently for the support).
Just tonight, feeling very low. Like last night. And the night before.
Last night I went for a walk at 6am down towards the duck pond. I got halfway down the path and collapsed into hysterical sobs on the path, where I then lay for the next half an hour, observing the trees on the horizon. It was weirdly not cold.
Although, if I do actually go through with killing myself, it's unlikely that Bloop will be informed, as no one knows this diary exists.
Fortunately I can't imagine too many people will let that worry them too much.
I remember when I used to be happy. |
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