where is the end?
At first, i never dare to tell my parents about my suicidal impulses before until last night. i realised i want to stay alive yet the other side of me does not. suicide is a very selfish act yet i believed if you come to that point, that means nothing you gonna care anymore. you could care about nothing, eg whoever think of whatever after you die. the only thing you ever care is end this ordeal, just tired of everything, so what would you care anymore. after all everyone dies. i miss him, but he does not love me anymore. i wish he can come to see the psy doctor with me too. so he can ease his pressure on his family, his son, and his work.....most of all his last marriage. he is in so much pressure that he put them all on me by picking on me on everything move or words that i said. its like a psycological depression bomb when once i stepped into the house. i feel that i cannot breath over that roof. everything i do nor say became so much pressure on me. a piece of hair, a misplace of any item, household failure all are my fault, even if i tried to take medicine to save myself is a fault. how could i live like this. how could anyone??????????????? life goes on like this is a pain, life goes on with/without him is ordeal. maybe ending this life would be the best way??????????????
another lonely night
05jul2006LAX
another lonely night
05jul2006LAX