choke me

im still alive. i love you all.

almost @ the point where id rather be dosed tf up on antipsychotics than feel anything anymore and if u know me u know That means a Lot

or i could institutionalize myself

im going to get that tattooed on my forehead before court 

alhough i dont know why i even bothered with my mom.  miscarriage: called her at work: “are you hemorrhaging?” “i.. dont know what that means.. im bleeding a lot... im scared” “well if you can see straight when you walk then youre fine and it’s too late anyways. i have tables *click* ” never to be spoken of again.

i put myself here. it’s my own fault. i know when i should have left.

no one questioned it being another seizure.

he punched me in the face for the first time last week or something idk and im just too tired of hospitals and doctors and mean police officers and preexisting court dates to care enough im not doing it anymore im going to lay here for a few more days then idk im failing everyone i feel like a burden just by posting this because im supposed to be gone. i know.