And yet I do. Wish I was dead. I'm not suicidal, I'm not a danger to myself; I just want to go to sleep and never, ever wake up. Here or in whatever afterlife there may happen to be.
I think I'm sad. I don't know, but my eyes keep watering all funny, so I suppose it means I'm sad. I cried on New Years Eve because I missed my mom. I'm so fucking pathetic.
This is ridiculous. I have everything I could possibly want in the world. I'm happy on the surface - I look at my life and I can see how lucky I am and appreciate it. Dig much deeper, though, and it's nothing but a pool of muck.
I would give blood in exchange for large amounts of Xanax. Z has a cold, which always freaks me out. I am tempted to go hide in the closet, behind the clothes, but then I'd have to explain myself, and wouldn't THAT be fun? I want a shitload of Xanax, a bottle of vodka, and a bunch of razor blades.
I want to die. I want to die, and I don't give a fuck how juvenile it sounds. I want to die. I am so numb anyway that all it would do is take me a little further.
Fuck it.
~Emma
"There's an awful lot of breathing room, but I can hardly move..."
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