[ WP ] Write the last two journal entries of a woman that does not want to live , now that her husband has left her .

23Feb 
 I did n't bother to get out of bed today. Hardly budged an inch, only flipped to a different position when that side started aching. 
 My throat hurts, my face feels puffy, and I feel completely hollow. 
 He left. What more is there to live for? I had dedicated so much time, energy, effort into him that I've completely gone off the edge. I should have cut deeper, last night. Why the fuck did n't I? I could have saved me. Saved me from this. From me. 
 I should have seen it coming. The sex was nonexistent, our conversations dwindled to nothing, he was the perfectly familiar stranger, as of late. 
 He did n't come home, just shot me a text that he was staying out all night. 
 Maybe tonight I'll dance with Death… 
 
 24Feb 
 I slept all day, thanks to all the pills. I ca n't dream, it's all just a black emptiness. I prefer sleeping, I dont have to feel, think, or remember. 
 I had hoped i had taken enough opiates and sleeping pills to just sleep fpr forever, but it doesnt seem that way. 
 The thoughts are creeping back, a small wail escapes as all the pain rushes through me, it's intensified. 
 I just grabbed the bottle of xanax, and swallowed half of it. I felt for the pocket knife i keep between the bed and the wall, and frantically flipped it open. I sucked in my breath and cut, deeply, slowly. The pain was almost unbearable, but somehow didnt hurt as much as his absence, as the thought of living without his love. I cut again, and almost choked on my tears with pain. 
 I'm getting pretty lightheaded, the xanax is kicking in full blast, … I hope I do n't wake from this. God, please, just let me die. 
 
 
 *I havent written in forever, something I'm just now, gradually, getting back into. Hope it was dark enough! If not,... sorry -.- 

