Tell 'Em Why You Mad

Hmm, maybe we'll start at the beginning...

I know I wasn't wanted. No biggie. They or she did what she was obligated to do like I'm doing since I sinned, then missed my abortion appointment due to lack of transportation and real friends who would support me even if they didn't agree and help me get transportation. Then there was the punk out when trying to do it at home. Don't know how drunk or high you have to be to successfully push a hanger or needle through... well you can figure it out.

Then the failed suicide attempt. Guess I only nicked the vein which is why I got light-headed from the blood loss but didn't die. Should've tried again that night on the other arm.

But I digress

Back to the beginning...

So why am I mad? Because I hate everything at this point. Don't know why I keep the other blog going. Don't know why I keep my business going. Don't know why I get out of bed ever. Pray every night not to wake up but do. Disappointing. Even took a handful of sleeping pills earlier this week. Still woke up the next day.

Don't even feel like finishing this post which I started back in July and am only typing some more on now in September...