I have no fight left. I didn’t sleep last night. I’m exhausted and have felt hungover all day. I’m dehydrated and I’m now sore from burning again.
There’s too many things to fix, to many obstacles to overcome. I can’t do it. My heads going to explode. I’ve never wanted to ligature before coming in here. Today it’s all I can think about. Not to kill myself but just to pass out for a bit. To get a little respite from this life. I’m too tired to kick Wilson today.
I need to talk, but today I don’t have it in me to ask for help.