I hate myself. I've always hated myself, and I doubt I'll ever even like myself. It feels like every decision I've ever made has just led down a long road to ruin, to nothing. I just wish that I didn't have someone who made me care so much. So I could end it all.

I wonder how quick it would be if I put my head in the baler.

If it weren't for my husband, I'd probably do it.

Does anyone else think of offing themselves during times like these?