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.


Forever.


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?