I am upset right now. I have received an eviction notice today and I have 10 days to move out. I really don't want to because I really like it here. If I can't live here, then I have to live with my parents and I am not psychologically stable to do so. Hell, even if I was psychologically stable, I still can't live there. -sigh-
My plan was to go home to my parents (since I feel that I really have no choice), stop taking Lexapro so that I could get really depressed again, and then commit suicide. I know, I know. It's horrible to think that way, but many times I feel that Death is my only friend; I trust Death more than I trust anyone and I know that it will stop my everlasting pain.
Tomorrow I will go to CAPS (counseling and psychological services) and talk to someone. I'm hanging in there, but it also seems like there is no more hope. I'm trying though.