parents, siblings, friends, blogger buddies... well i don't want to live out of guilt that i might hurt your feelings. that is not enough of a reason to make me WANT to live. it only makes me resentful.
Am i going to pursue death? no, i'm still a big chix at the end of the day. all talk and no action which in and of itself may be a good reason to stop therapy. what happens if they cure the fear of trying so help me succeed in life but don't cure the desire to not be alive?
i may not be able to remove myself from the world, but i can remove myself from this life. i woke up this morning and everything i saw fell into 3 categories: take it with me, sell it, leave it behind. Leaving and just going somewhere else and being someone else is right now the best game plan i've got. it's the only compromise i can make with the madness and with everyone. give me up, but rest a bit easier knowing i am out there somewhere.