I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me,

All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings,

Its malignity.

-Sylvia Plath

I don't know most days. I just don't. About what I'm not sure, I just know I don't know. 

I'm going to another psychologist/psychiatrist for a second opinion, and could end up in hospital again. I just don't care anymore.

I really need to hurry up and kill myself.

Anyway, I hope you all had a great Christmas.

Absoloutely nothing.