it's the season

I want to die. 

Too much stress. 

Too much doing things not because I want to, but because they make survival easier. 

I don't want survival anymore. 

I want to be taken care of my someone who loves me and who I love and who makes me feel like I don't have to purge and cut anymore. But if I do, will hold me until I feel better. 

I don't know what to so with life anymore, so I would rather end it.

Happy fuxking holidays. 

CJ