Year later and i'm still here. Did I recover? Hah. I got a week left.

[tryme]

Things fit neatly neatly like fate. End of this month is my birthday, my xanax will run out and i'll die when i stop taking it, loan payments due, my family will probably kick me out of the house, my unbearable mental and physical pain i endured for years have choked me. The noose has been tightening on my neck and life killing me for a long time. Let me tell you that it wasn't worth it. I lost my heart, empathy, my brain, i dont even remember what i did yesterday, i fried my brain with elephant dose of tranquilizers, my physical health collapsed, i got in so much trouble that there is no one to even talk to. The ending scene is set. Dominoes will fall and i will hang, I wish I would actually, but my only chance is that a train will help me take a trip to a better plane of existence, preferably none.