Friday, September 28, 2012

I don't know why I decided to come here to my parent's house. I really was fine until he went to bed...
And now I am left alone with myself...
That's always what it is, isn't it?
He confessed to me that he's in love with me.
This place...
I'm doing everything I can to not put any of my ideas into action.
The bottle of pills in my purse with high dosage pain killers...
My mom's giant bottle of ibuprofen on the fridge...
They thought I was okay so they didn't hide anything this time...
Even if I just found one of my old knifes to slice up my face with...
What is wrong with me.
I am about to go wander into the parts of the house that trigger me.
I'm stupid but I can't resist.
The idea of going back to work makes me want to kill myself more than anything. I am too anxious to do anything. I'm terrified of working there again.
I don't want to do this anymore...
I really don't.
I can't do this anymore.