I'm fairly tempted to walk over to the pantry, grab any knife and start stabbing myself in the lower abdomen. Anyway, it's either I kill myself before the pain does, or the excruciating pain kills me first. I prefer to die in my own hands.
More morbid thoughts swirling in my head.
If only there's the existence of a delete button in my brain, things would be so much simpler. Especially when I'm such an impulsive person...
I wish certain friends could be deleted too.