I’m devolving. I literally can’t go a day without wanting to blow my brains out with a shotgun. I eye every pill bottle, the one I have my attention on is a bottle of 800 mg ibuprofen, it would be enough pain removal for something, right? But that’s besides the point. Suicidal tendencies have become breakfast conversation; I have no reservations letting others know they may have to get some stain removal. I can’t feel love anymore. My support system is crumbling. It’s all up to me, but I’m the one who wants to die in the first place. I sleep constantly, my dreams being an escape. 14-16 hours per day. On top of this is balancing life and trying to even roll on my side when in bed. And I tell everyone this and no one cares it seems, everyone has their own problems, and I’m just one of them.