...guess I felt like I shouldn't. Or couldn't. I guess it feels like admitting that you can't cope on your own anymore. Everythings just going tits up again and I don't know how much more I can take. It just feels like every day there is just more pain, more hurt, more anger, and I can't stand to feel this way anymore. I stopped taking my Prozac about 2 months ago now. And it made no difference. And I feel like I have been let down so much being led to believe that these tablets would make such a wonderful difference to my life when all the time nothing changed and I still felt exactly the same as I do now. Everyone and everything annoys me at the moment. And I really don't know what to do. I went on holiday last week, to get a break away, but it made no difference. I felt the same away from everyone as I do when everyone is here. Why can't I just sleep forever...go into a peacful land where nothing can hurt anymore. I just can't do it. I've tried to be strong but so many memories haunt me and bring me down, so many day to day things seem so trivial and im beginning to question why i've let things get this far. Why I didn't just end it all when I first started feeling like this. All I do is cry. You'd think i'd have no more tears left but they seem to be able to come every day. I just wish someone could come and take me away from myself before its too late. I really am giving up on the world now.