... tonight. I'm sick of the depression, sick of hearing voices, sick of being suicidal. In 2 weeks I'll be happy again, but I honestly don't know if I'll get through tonight alive. I've agreed to try to fight, but I'm so tired and I don't think the voices will let me stay off the pills. The voices has told me not to contact anyone more today, but they let me write here. :dry: Just because they believe that noone will care of course.