Right first, thanks for the comments about my drawing :) and yeah I LOVE OHSHC too, I've watched them all and now reading them XD
And the picture today is a really old one I gave to Skei for Christmas or his borthday... Or randomly I cant remember.
But onto todays antics.
I tried to kill myself again.
I know, brilliant aint I? Although I dont think I'll die on 10 pain killers (5000 mg or whatever), I've taken more variety before but maybe I'll wake up dead. Who knows! If I dont post tomorrow, I died.
Reason for another attempt suicide: Skei
Again. I know. Now, its my fault he's grounded for the rest of summer (4 weeks) because I said I wanted my stuff back, he took it as 'I wanna break up' he fucked off without trace and got high, attempting to kill himself too, my mum alerted his family to his non-exhistance and yeah. He's home now, hopefully not dead. If I find out he died, I'm deffinetly jumping off of some form of cliff or high building or stepping out onto the motor way.
My mum's taking me over to his tomorrow to get my things I wanted back (great chance to talk to him) and my mums gonna butter up his family into letting me go over to his occationally and let him come to a comedy gig in like 2 days. I haven't seen Skei in a week (well over really) so I really need contact with him (physical -as in kisses - nothing dirty you naughty people). Mostly, I just wanna hug. 4 weeks he'll doubtfully be sleeping over mine again, so I might just kill myself anyway coz I have no friends, except Manny but he'll be fine.
My eyes hurt, my head hurts, my back hurts and I dont wanna sleep, watch t.v or anything. I just wanna hear Skei's voice again.
Oh yah! Doesn't help that todays OUR ANNAVERSARY.
Everything shit happens on our anaversarries.
11 months btw.
God, I hate God. He should go die in one of those dog shit bins. Seriously.
Right I dunno what I'm going to do, probably sort out what I'm gonna give Skei tomorrow (coz he's left stuff at mine he needs) and balls...
Stupid therapy tomorrow morning. Fucks sake. I'm gonna talk to her about subscribing me pills, I really need them. I feel like one of those dog shit bins constantly.
Woo. I'm a dog shit bin.
And I'm still fat, even if I'm someone's goal weight, I'm still huge.
And I realised something whilst reading Yum's blog.
I wanna look sickly too... Which is kinda scary.
Maybe I'll know when to stop?
Either way I'm gonna die sooner or later.
I love you, You're my sunshine on a shitty dog bin-ish day!