Of Spaghetti and Suicidal Thoughts

13,024 Days Alive

1 Bowl of Pasta Eaten

I’m more exhausted than a NASCAR tailpipe right now, and I’m fried from work, so I’ll be quick.

I’m really, really in a dark place right now. I’m having trouble with the mental radio.

I’m not okay. But I’m going to do my best to power through this down slide.

I’m going to go cry myself to sleep.

Take your meds, folks.