Psych : So Matt how you been feeling, whats been happening
Me : The same way I always feel
Psych : So tell me about that, how are you feeling right now
Me : I feel like this is pointless, every passing day im just getting closer, I dont know. Its all too late. Regrets, its just, I cant go forward
Psych : Are you having a lot of suicidal thoughts
Me : I have the same thought over and over. I know its going to happen
Psych : Have you tried to commit suicide
Me : Not really, I guess ive come close to trying, Ive never really made an attempt because ive always felt I would do it right the first time
Psych : So what has stopped you up to this point
Me : I dont know, just guess I havent made that final decision. I mean ive wanted to jump of Nobbys a couple times
Psych: Are you stopped, I remember you telling me
Me: Friends stopped me. Just delays the inevitable.
Psych : So, if I was to ask you on a scale of 1-10 the likelihood of you attempting suicide today, what would your answer be.
Me: I dont know, its all shit, 6, 7...I just dont know
Psych : So when you leave here, what are you going to do.
Me : Probably drink, I just want to drink all the time these days. Want to wipe myself out...want to drown.
Psych : Matt, I need your assurance your not going to do anything
ME : I dont know, If I say im going to do it, you lock me up. No im not going to do it..
And around and around it fucking goes, same conversation every time...Are you gonna do it now, yes/no/three bags full, FUCK why dont these people just let you FUCKING DIE. it makes no differance to them, there life goes on.
IVe started preparations now. Started researching, and thinking about what im going to write. Ive been popping pills and drinking with no care anymore, I just dont give a fuck anymore about the outcome. If i DIE, I DIE.
I need to talk to my dad, wanted to do it last night, but still a bit groggy, need to finalize things with him. Need to write out some letters to people I care about. Theres so much to do.
I just want to go now... I just want to go.
Me : The same way I always feel
Psych : So tell me about that, how are you feeling right now
Me : I feel like this is pointless, every passing day im just getting closer, I dont know. Its all too late. Regrets, its just, I cant go forward
Psych : Are you having a lot of suicidal thoughts
Me : I have the same thought over and over. I know its going to happen
Psych : Have you tried to commit suicide
Me : Not really, I guess ive come close to trying, Ive never really made an attempt because ive always felt I would do it right the first time
Psych : So what has stopped you up to this point
Me : I dont know, just guess I havent made that final decision. I mean ive wanted to jump of Nobbys a couple times
Psych: Are you stopped, I remember you telling me
Me: Friends stopped me. Just delays the inevitable.
Psych : So, if I was to ask you on a scale of 1-10 the likelihood of you attempting suicide today, what would your answer be.
Me: I dont know, its all shit, 6, 7...I just dont know
Psych : So when you leave here, what are you going to do.
Me : Probably drink, I just want to drink all the time these days. Want to wipe myself out...want to drown.
Psych : Matt, I need your assurance your not going to do anything
ME : I dont know, If I say im going to do it, you lock me up. No im not going to do it..
And around and around it fucking goes, same conversation every time...Are you gonna do it now, yes/no/three bags full, FUCK why dont these people just let you FUCKING DIE. it makes no differance to them, there life goes on.
IVe started preparations now. Started researching, and thinking about what im going to write. Ive been popping pills and drinking with no care anymore, I just dont give a fuck anymore about the outcome. If i DIE, I DIE.
I need to talk to my dad, wanted to do it last night, but still a bit groggy, need to finalize things with him. Need to write out some letters to people I care about. Theres so much to do.
I just want to go now... I just want to go.