today was a really bad day and i intently thought about suicide again. It discusts me that i even think about it. The logical part of my brain is telling me that its the cowards way out and that i wont achieve any goals i have by killing myself. But then the "tainted" part says that i cant deal with it anymore and it'll never go away and ill never be thin because obviously ive been trying. And then altogether i think that i dont want to be buried in a huge casket. Since im not thin i cant kill myself because then everyone will see remember me as a fat heffer who took the easy way out and who couldnt control herself. It seems that everyday something else goes wrong. Or when things finally start to go good they turn and go completely bad. anyways i just thought id spill my guts about that.
katelyn
katelyn