Woke Up October 13th:
Felt: Forlorn. Exhausted. Broken.
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Felt: Done. So fucking done. With literally no hope left. I was passed done. I didn't care. I called people. I hoped they would pick up. They didn't. I left voice mails. Destroyed myself. I then felt selfish. Remembered my promises and called 911.
Thoughts: Fuck ALL OF IT! I do not feel any more. I can't do this shit. Selfish??? FUCK IT! Shit..... I just did that...... LeeAnn, I promised her... And Caitie... And Cat. What have I done, I'm a horrid friend.
"Hello? 911? My name is Rachael J. I live at ---------------------- and I just took a shit ton of pills and hurt myself, there's a lot of blood"
(I was actually, bawling like a little bitch.)
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Hello, Old Me
RandomI found a bunch of old journals, full of a past I had tried to forget. Letter to people, letters to myself, thoughts, dreams, etc.
