Time for my morning insulin.You know, for however much longer I can afford it. Maybe I'll just take it all while I can.
I might do it HAHAll it takes is a quick stab to my juggular(I know it’ll be hard to break through the skin, and I know I probably won’t be able to, I’m a f*cking coward) but like I can’t until I make suicide notes to my friends.
Killing myself tonight.I hate everyone and everything. I hate how I can't get the feeling of his hands or his voice out of my mind or body. I hate how I upset and hurt everyone with my illness, I hate myself.
