if there was anytime that i really wish god would answer my prayers, it would be tonight, right now, and with me.

i am at the breaking point, the precipice to something much worse than i ever have imagined. every second is one more that i regret living.

i fully intend on slightly overdosing on my seroquel for the next 5 days until i go back to chicago. and even then my plans don't go beyond sleeping and self-medicating. i want the days to all blur together into one perpetual night. i don't want to feel this anymore.

st dympnha, saint jude, pray for me please. i am scared and alone and i have no where else to go but down.