Sick

Attempted suicide this morning. Sucked majorly. I downed a full bottle of Prozac thinking I'd be knocked out with a seizer or something. The side effects are dizziness, drousiness, diahrea, abdominal pain, coma, heart attack, headaches, and etc. None of them affected me! My first attempt is an epic fail. Epic. I was dizzy the whole time but that was about it. A little stomach pain here and there. I was really hoping I would do some serious dammage with at least 600 mg. Bummer. Now I'm stuck with no happy pills, no sleep, and my life. The life I'd kill to end. On the brightside, my immune system is extremely headstrong and persevering. It won't go down without a fight. It's soooo harrrrrd to kill yourself!

Eff thiiissss

I'm not sure why I'm still here. I've never resented life this much... I just want it all to end. So, why the fuck do I stick around this long? For my family, I guess. I don't want to hurt anyone but... do I have much of a choice? This is pathetic of me! I should be able to overcome this! So why can't I? Why can't I be normal? Why can't my LIFE be normal? Is it too much to ask?.. Just to be happy? Just to be. :/