I have not felt like myself in a while. I've also been unusually stressed out about things going on, and I wish I harbored better coping mechanisms other than over-analyzing everything and crying every time I try talking to someone about it.

The only solid food I've consumed in the past 48 hours is a grilled cheese sandwich that Darien had to cut into tiny pieces for me to eat, and these soy chips from Whole Foods that I have to suck on for 10 minutes so that they'll dissolve enough for me to swallow.

I know I usually freak out and act melodramatic, but I don’t think it’s out of this world to say that I’m going to kill myself tonight.