And now I'm sitting here trying to figure out a way to kill myself where my family doesn't have to find me, identify my body, or live with some hope that I'm alive somewhere. Completely derailed and my "bad mood" has been blamed on PMS. I really just needed to get a thing done in a hurry. It's called being productive. Like, help or get out of the way. I feel like everything is falling apart around me and I'm so mad but it's like I'm not allowed to be mad because people take it as some personal attack that I have a fucking emotion. I'm super done.