Well, its been bloody yonks since I posted, not that anyone likely gives a shit. Not being pessimistic, merely realistic.
Life went up for a while, but has since well and truly returned to shit.
Only made 1 attempt this year, if you can call it that, and a few decent scars whilst contemplating the obvious consequences, of really going the full hog and trying to die by exsanguination. Seriously screwed on what to do, but that doesnt matter.
Much of my thoughts are confined to my diary, I tend to think its safer.
Dad knows last years story, and some of this years, and I know its hurt him badly, and I doubt Ill ever forgive myself for what it did to him and continues to do to him.
We may have our differences, and I may be an edgy, jumpy little prick, but I love the goddam gorgeous sonofabitch with all my heart. Sounds weird, but its dam well true. He deserves better no doubt.
Anyone, need to post hear to reduce my ramblings on facebook, its gotta be annoying people.
I find it funny people of think of true vs fake friends. Total tosh if you ask me, if someones a friend, they are thus, if not they are not. Sure they may be little pricks at times, but it doesnt make them fake, if theyre fake, theyre not friends. Enough ramblings, back to suicide pill readings, could theoretically make some good chloroform tonight. Besides, my arms hurt.
