Lately I’ve been thinking about death non stop. I think about where I would hang myself and how long it would take for someone to find me. I haven’t been out of bed basically for 2 weeks and my so doesn’t seem to care. I’m just someone who cooks and cleans and makes sure our child is taken care of. I feel used and worthless. At night when I do my insulin I use the syringe and dig it into my legs all over until tears well up in my eyes. I hate being human and having to pretend like everything is okay.i can’t wait to just fall asleep And never wake up. Tired of coexisting with my partner….and random but while I’m on here letting s*** out, I f****** hate my friend’s kid. He’s annoying and that’s the main reason we don’t talk anymore. There. I said it.