I'm going to go look for the advil. Be right back. I'll make a post, maybe I'll, like, liveblog my suicide. What it feels like to take a lot of pills.

There's no advil. I couldn't find the bottle. I know there was some in there and I don't know where it went. It wasn't spur of the moment, okay. I've been having these weird...brain meltdown things on and off and.
I don't know. I don't know what to say except that I really really want to die. It's not that I think my parents don't understand me or anything boo-fucking-hoo because once I would've said that, oh my god guys I want to die my parents don't understand me waaah.
They're alive. They both alive and they're home right now and she doesn't exist and it's just me. It's just all in my head and I just need to make it go away. Fuck I'm crying my head hurts so much I don't just want to stop existing I want to die and there aren't any goddamn pills. I know everything. I know the WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD and we're all screwed it's all in our heads and there's only one way to get it out. NOW YOU KNOW SO GO DO IT DO IT.