June 26, 2022

Dear Diary,

I took my meds and now I am dozing on the couch. I should do some homework but I don't feel up to it. I think after my laundry dries, I am going to go to sleep. 

It is bad to think of dying but it is all I think about anymore. I think about what my parents will feel and how they will react but then I think that everyone might be happier. I know bad thoughts, things you shouldn't think about, ever. Yet, my brain won't stop with the thoughts. Why does it feel like that after the initial shock and sadness of my death, that everyone will think that it was for the best. 

I'm going to table the idea for later. I am getting drowsy and want to sleep now.