This has probably been the worst month of my entire life. My aunt died on August 31st and then my uncle, her husband, died 15 days later. Both of cancer, and both deaths were prolonged and extremely painful, and seeing them experience it was pretty terrible. I've spent the majority of my time at either hospice, the hospital, funeral homes, or funerals, and when I'm not doing that I'm in my room taking sleeping pills or smoking pot. Or both. I don't enjoy being awake at all anymore so I don't do it unless I absolutely have to.
I would love to kill myself, but my family is still fucked up from my aunt and uncle, and I feel like this would be the shittiest time to do it. I don't want to add to the stress. Besides, I'm going to an Otep concert in Colorado Springs next weekend, and the new season of American Horror Story starts in 16 days, and it's almost October. So I'll be alright. I suppose.