Everyday, I think of killing myself. I see a lot of posts by teens, but I'm in my mid 30s. I want it so bad and since I can remember. I've tried it twice. No one cared. Pills won't kill me. And I can't go back to the only place that makes me happy. I've got no home, per se. But I have a little dog I adore. I adore her, she loves everyone. I was hoping she'd save me with her love, but I'm unloveable.
I don't want her to stay with my mother or my husband. I want her to be as away as possible from these people, and I want to die so bad. And I love her so much, and I love so many others so bad. I just want this to be over, give everyone the victory of getting rid of me. It's fine, I've never cared for winning. I love you, baby. I guess I'm relieved you never loved me as much as I do, because the world loves you. You're all I care about. Goodbye.