"I'm here if you need to talk."
I hear that, read that, whatever, and it always seems empty to me. Like it's the right thing to say.
My girls are supposed to be moving down here in a couple of weeks and I don't know if I can stand the idea of them seeing me this way.
I hate life. In every shape, way and form. I always have some way in my mind to finish this. Pills, lots of them, of all kinds. Nice and easy. I flushed them a few weeks ago just to remove the availability. I bought a needle for working on acrylic, a glue of sorts. The thoughts been through my mind nearly non-stop on shooting up the glue. Or even just a large air bubble into my vein. Just to finish it. Just to call it quits.
I'm here if you need to talk. What about when I can't talk? I don't know how to "talk".
I've done everything I can the past few days to just be left alone. Sitting at the computer doing nothing, but looking busy. I just don't want to deal with anyone, with anything.
I've saved a few things in here just to be able to read. I know that it is more than likely not the right thing to do, but I do it anyways.
I'm so tired.
Don't tell me you're here to listen, I have nothing to say. Nothing worth saying at least.



