He's out

I'm so fucking tired of this roller coaster. I was doing so well until I let my inner demon get out and destroy everything.
Why can't people acknowledge that I'm one of those people who needs pills to keep going?
Seriously, I'm really tired of having everything I've worked so hard on constructing destroyed by my darker self.
Yesterday I took so many pills but unfortunately I didn't have the kind that would fuck me up permanently, the kind that would make my ridiculous self begone.

I wish someone would poison my food, I'd be grateful.