My journal of suicid.

Day one

Today is December 1 2022, it is really reallly late but I couldn't sleep because of my suicidal thoughts + my insomnia. Don't know which is worse.

I'm kinda scared to be honest, like I wanna do it, but every time I hesitate and someone stops me.

Maybe I should get help... but who's gonna want to help a sociopath. I have attempted murder and I'm sadistic. And I'm a masochist. And I can see and hear stuff that aren't there.

It's late. Maybe I should get some sleep. I haven't slept a wink and I have to be up in 2 hours.

Tonight I saw an inappropriate comment on a watt pad and they started to bully me. And eventually I gave up. I don't care though I couldn't care. I don't have the capability to care. They said my brain was the size of a pea, said all I wanted was attention, now if I wanted attention I would have gotten some a different way. No one gets attention by telling people they are insane.

It will be funny when they all burn in hell.