I'm so unhappy. I can't even laugh properly anymore. Even when I make jokes it's just bitter and sarcastic. I really don't care about anything. All I wanna do is get drunk, cut the crap outta myself, and overdose. But I've already done that today... I'm standing on the edge again, looking down into that black pit. I'm not afraid of falling, I'm afraid I'll decide to jump. And whatever terrible things I do after I lose control, I'll enjoy it. I can feel pressure building up in my head again, something's gotta give. I'm going to crack.