Wednesday, 7 March 2012

I want to die, or be sectioned.

I don't feel right.

Or safe in my head.

I don't want responsibility.

Or food.

Or drink.

Or anything.

Just sleep.


I have an appointment on Friday but I don't know if I can last that long, what if it doesn't help? 

I need to be sectioned. 

I think. 

I don't know... this is all because of a binge. 

I knew how it'd make me feel, why did I do it?

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