Misery...

Everything is getting to hard. I can't possible deal with it all and not have all this conflicted feelings inside me. I know what is right and what I'm not suppose to do, but none of that seems to matter anymore. I need someone to talk to, but I feel like all my friends have problems of their own to deal with, or they seem not to really care about mine. I can't fight this urge to hurt myself or someone else for much longer. I can't wait to talk to Dr. Wendell. Maybe I'll get my happy pills soon, and maybe they'll work.