I’m tired, of work, trying to better myself when nothing comes from it, fix mistakes, I thought I was doing good because I actually started taking medication but it was obviously a placebo of a new fun schedule because I don’t want to wake up tomorrow. 

I feel ungrateful for my friends, my job, my boyfriend, I honestly think if I just up and disappeared and killed myself they’d be fine. 
Maybe the police would find my body in the woods or some other location just cooking, and they’d all have an interesting morbid story to tell how they used to know me. Some real character development right there.