Just recently i attended the ER for my first attempt. Of course they took me to a psych ward where i spent a week doing group therapy with some stranger people than me. Getting out was a great feeling. First time in one of those and the last. Its a strange feeling knowing that you will be the end of your own life. I have no doubt. The first time was easy for me....the second time wont even need to be thought through all the way. The question is when? Next time i break down? Next time i cant take life? Maybe ill burn myself at work tomorrow and that will be my life quitting point... Time isnt mu friend and niether is hope. I cant do this anymore. Everyday as dreadful as the last. Im sick of deal with it. I just dont know how to tell everyone bye, maybe i shouldnt. Maybe nothing would be the best option on them in the long run.