5:56
I'm tired.
Fucking tired.
I slept all day yesterday, only to wake up to my only friend, I feel, my best friend, to tell me oh-so excitedly, that she's got a date.
And guess with fucking who?
My.
Own.
CRUSH.
I'm starting to question our relationship.
Eh..
I'll deal with my anger later.
It's giving me a bigger migraine.
My body aches.
I tried to get the gun, yesterday, so that's why I didn't update my... Journal.
This isn't a Diary.
Is it?
Anyways, turns out that is was just a rumor, not an actual fact.
Well fuck.
I just want to be put to sleep, those little over-doses of my pretty- pills... They just... Didn't work.
Yeah, I tried an over-dose before, but I just threw them all up, hacking.
And got pretty sick.
The real type of sick.
My thin- frame, and slow metabolism isn't sickness.
Just because I don't eat a lot, doesn't mean I'm sick.
I wonder how many girls and boys flush their blades down the toilets...
I bought some, secretly, yesterday...
But they, sadley, won't kill me.
Sadley.
I'm slowing giving up, even more, day after day.....
Just make my life fuckin' end already.
Give me pills, shoot a bullet, just send me away with my favorite song, but just fucking. Put. Me. To. Sleep.
I think I might throw up- again.