Last night I came home after driving around because there is nothing else to do in my town, and I binged and vomited. I called the suicide hotline this morning and they spoke to me for ten minutes and that was that. Iike I should just die now, or find some other planet. I am a no-good, chubby, unattractive person who deserves to be alone and no one will ever want me and I might as well just take all the Xanax in the house and swallow it down with a quart of whiskey and be done with this b*******.
