The morning after

Don’t feel any better this morning. Just feel like fucking off and disappear. 

Fuck mental health, fuck doctors, fuck every one last night I felt so alone. Like what it was with my x boyfriend when he used to come in and I had to be happy no matter what he or any one else had done to upset me, but really I was sat there crying inside.

The over dose helped kept me asleep from about 8pm onwards. Just a shame I had to wake this morning. 

I am going to do what I want to do, if it means I take 32 co-codamal a day then I will. Funny thing is when I take the overdoses people take notice of what I got to say. Any other time my voice is a wispa. 

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