soporific

Joe has been a fucking cold bastard ever since we came back from Europe.
True, I was fucking breaking down while we were there and refused to go out for almost a week leaving him with the role of a babysitter. Then I found out the fucker had given me chlamydia which did not make me feel any better or happier. Now he acts as if I'm the manically depressed chick who cannot be helped so why even try. I did regard him as my hero for a while because he put up with my crying for weeks but then again he had no choice, did he. Otherwise he would have walked out on me like any other little piece of shit I've known.
I truly cannot take this anymore. I'm sick of everybody I know, no-one I've met in the past two years has made me feel like this is it, they're going to be my friend forever. Blah.

Prop me up with some more pills and push me off the edge.