I’m currently sitting in bed. Ive already drank two bottles of wine and now half a mickey of fireball. Beside me I had a garbage can, a shot glass, more whiskey, birth control, antidepressants, ativan, and water. I left my door open so my roommate can find me in the morning. This isn’t a suicide note, not at all. I just feel like I’m stuck in a rut, I don’t want to tell anybody about (I’d rather feel alone than feel pittied) – at this point I’m willing to do almost anything to get out of it. The worst part? I’m and EMT. My dream job. I chill in an ambulance, and then I get to deal with other people’s emergencies. The only s***** thing about that is it makes me feel really stupid about my own emergencies. This feels like a dream. seriously Dude of Grace God help me!!!
