Tummy seems to be rambling & shearing itself apart non-stop. Im hungry, but drained out. After the 4 continuous visits to the loo in the past 4 hours, it's enough to knock me out. But, I can't seem to be able to fall asleep. Im wide awake, yet, the 'over-worked' nerones aren't functioning. Physically tired, so not looking foward to the next loo visit. Hungry, but lost my appetite. Even the thought of going downstairs to get a glass of milk is brain draining. Been surviving on an endless supply of H2O, 3 litres in the past 4 hours?
What's next to come? Why not someone just take the pleasure of killing me now? Why bother to let me suffer on?
Im back to the bouts of depression once more, after days of mania. At times like this, im just so sick of myself. Questions like why am i like that keeps playing in my mind. Im easily agitated by the most minor stuff, even if a bug lands on my book. Suicidal plans come into play. Thoughts like going for a high speed crash along the highway repeats itself endless times. It wouldn't be complete without a note of saying goodbye to my loved ones, with the last request to them as not to miss my company. And for the inheritence of the only 'living' property that i ever owned, which is actually pulling me back. My buddy, best friend, soul mate...
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