I had what I think was a good weekend. Then why is it today I see a possible way to end it everywhere? Sitting in church I'm looking around for a plan. I don't even think I want to die right now. So why is it I'm always exploring my surroundings for possible implements of self destruction? Just in case? My girl doesn't think I'm on the right meds after seeing me this weekend. This is getting frustrating. Need to get my head together a bit better than I have it now. But at least I'm only planning instead of trying now.