i’m a dull shell of a person and i hate the world. i suffer from clinical depression, anxiety disorder and insomnia. i’ve had several serious suicide attempts and more minor ones than i can count. i made tumblr my in december ‘09 to purely blog about my illness, to express it so it wasn’t pent up inside my head. i hate where i live, i hate the people, i hate the places. there’s only one person left who i have any ounce of respect or feelings for. and i’m waiting till the day where our friendship ends, to end my life. i don’t want the guilt of other people’s feelings on my back when i try.