Thursday, 29 January 2015

The Guilt

Today, especially, I hate myself. No, I loathe myself. Inside and out, from top to bottom. I loathe myself so much that I want to disappear, to vanish into thin air. Then come the thoughts of slit wrists and bottles of pills washed down with vodka. Then comes the guilt.  

(Mum, don't jump on a plane. I'm in hospital, I'm fine.)

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