Round And Round.

I feel like I'm going round in circles.

Scratch that.

I am going round in circles.

Or maybe I'm just going nowhere at all.

Nowhere fast anyway.

I thought by now I would be able to embrace life.

And be able to like myself.

I hate myself.

I hate life.

I want to die.

And theres 2 packs of paracetamol and a bottle of vodka waiting.

Waiting for that moment that I just lose it completely.

You know the one thing that holds me back from doing it?

I don't want to die fat.