Looks like I can’t do it today. My parents are in and there’s no way I can get to where I need to get to without them asking questions. Tomorrow it is when there both at work. I can’t stop thinking about it. About how to do it. About what way is best. Just about it full stop. It’s on my mind all the time. I’m still in bed. I have no reason to get up today. There’s nothing to get me up. I’m lonely. Fat and fed up. Nothing is going on I have no reason to get out of bed. I’m depressed. I want to die. That’s it really. That’s all I have to say. Nothing else. Nothing new. Nothing.