Iam either gonna die or end up in a psychiatry on suicide watch. And you know what? I am at a point right now where I seriously HOPE that someone calls an ambulance and puts me in a psych ward becaude i have no energy anymore. I can not get therapy because of my family but I NEED it. I am thinking about doing something serious,like stopping eating or cutting myself (i already scratch myself but i do it so softly and carefully that there are no marks) or attempting suicide so that my family finally realizes how i feel and that it is not just for attention, dear mother. If i die during the suicide attempt, i die. If i survivey i get therapy. If i end up handycapped, i am just gonna accept my fate and rot in a home for people with hadndycaps or something. It seems like a f****** good deal. The only person who really knows how i feel is one of my best friends, Fabio. And i feel so, so guilty for destroying his day over and over and over again. I am a burden. I worry him, i worry Eric and I even worry Milena because she knows me too much. This fucker told me i am not allowed to kil myself. WTF you gonna do, huh? Be by my side 24/7? If i wanna kill myself, imma kill myself. As if he could stop me. If i kill myself i am finnaly not a burden to my surroundings anymore. And I am seeing this neutral right now. If you look at it objectively, i AM a bruden right now and if i was gone, i would not be anymore. I realize how much of a crazy thinking is going on here this is NOT my furst episode that is so intense i had one in middle school that was similar i see the patterns i just dont f****** care anymore and i wish someone would just hug me and tell me its okay but every time someone offers this to me i just say no and physically push them away. I cannot do this anymore and if i wasnt such a p**** i would have tried to kill myself already. F*** my promise to myself that i am NEVER gonna do ANYTHING to scar my arms because scars are s*****. I canot keep other promises why should i keep this one? I am not gonna keep this body for long anyways so f*** this. Nobody cares if a corpse has scars or wounds on their arm. Just put me in a f****** long sleeve shirt and lower that goddamn casket and leave me the f*** alone.
