Kris (biancakris99) wrote,

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It's times like these when I just want to take 2 sleeping pills and not exist for at least 8 hours. I really hate my life. I am worthless... I don't even warrant an invitation to the simplest of things. Am I that much of an inconvienience?

I just wish... I don't know... It's useless to even wish for anything anymore.

The Panama City trip with Marshall was decent. It did nothing for my lust to escape from Louisiana though. I still long for a life somewhere else. Somewhere that I'm not plagued with self destructive thoughts every hour of every day. Is there no end to this self-loathing?

** No anti-suicide replies, please. We all know that I am not stupid enough to try that again. I'd just fuck it up and end up worse than before. I am condemned to live until old-age in this miseralble existence. **
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