The weirdest thing is that it doesn't creep up anymore, it will just stop by, visit, leave, come back, leave. LEave me feeling suicidal, then having murderously angry feelings towards lovers past. Feeling so angry I could kill them because they have rejected me (even though with some of them I chose to leave them, and for very good reasons). I feel unloved, rejected, alone, angry, and I don't want or need to feel any of this. Sure my "Daddy issues" aren't really resolved, but they never will be. I love my dad, and we will never be close again. There is nothing more to it.
I'm feeling suicidal but for no reason. What is wrong with me? Why am I plagued with this bull $#%^, I would gladly stab myself right now and just end these thoughts. No matter how good my life gets I can't seem to get away from these feelings....

-- Tue Jul 30, 2013 7:20 am --
I have half a bottle of wellbutrin left. I took 13 pills once and had a seizure. I know it would not kill me, but sometimes I just yearn to do that again as a cry for help, to not have to deal with life for a few hours. Getting high or drunk doesn't do anything. I am still aware of my life, of myself, and the fact that I will be alone forever. I am aware that love is not for me. I am aware that I will be forgotten by all, and they will move on and be happy, and I will be F--ing alone and fricking always!!! God damn it. I just want to take those pills, and seize, and go to the hospital and forget everything while I'm passed out for those few hours.