the only thing I’m allergic to is ibuprofen; my throat closes up when I take it.
i can’t think of a real reason to be alive. my whole life is shit and I want to be dead.
i sometimes (( all the time )) think that it would be a lot easier for everyone if I was dead.
I have a pillow, blanket, and small stuffed animal, ready, just incase I ever get taken to providence.
I have a short list, of friends who I think know me best, and that is the list of people I think should speak at my funeral.