Itβs my birthday today. No one cares. Now Iβm researching overdoes on Tylenol because thereβs no point anymore. Thereβs no way out. What do I have to live for, to look forward to. Literally nothing. Iβm wasting space, time, resources. Thereβs no point in my being here and I just want to stop feeling this way, bitching about how Iβm worthless. I just want this feeling in my stomach to go away. If I took a whole bottle of Tylenol with a few shots of something and not eat anything for a day or two, that should work, right?
I just hate that Iβve spent so much money on a wedding and that other people have wasted their time and energy and money on me. Iβm sorry. You wouldnβt have to do it anymore if I were gone. Itβs wasted if Iβm alive or dead anyway.
It feels like I just want to throw my stomach up. I hate myself. I want to be gone
