I can't stop thinking about killing myself.
Yesterday was a really good day, I had so much fun a laugh with my friends and my bf I was actually on top of the world... I was ok thin morn when I woke up, then all of a sudden I was depressed and crying my heart out.
I really cba with Christmas now. The only people that actually cared about me was my grandparents, and they are dead now :'(
All I want to do is go home by myself, smoke loads of dope, put my nan and my grandads ashes next to my bed, go to sleep, wake up in the morning and have a christmas #######1 and a cup of tea with my grandparents ashes (sad I know but I miss them soo much) And then end my life.
I swaer I haver been thinking for a few weeks... what the actual f*ck is the point in life? All we do is live a miserable depressing life, have to work, then die.
I can not think of one single thing to live for.