Slitting My Wrists

or Overdosing,
Seems to be the only way people will help you. Medical professionals, insurance companies.. whomever.
I've contimplated it severals times today. I still,look over at my razor... wondering if it would help or make things worse.

Don't think things could get any worse. I didn't go to work today, so I doubt I have a job left to go back to. But.. who knows. I personal just think they want to get rid of me. I ask too many questions. I cry too much. I'm unprofessional. This job gave me confidence when I started, and now, takes it away doubly. I question my ability to function at all. I'm tired of getting talked to. I've never had to be "talked to" before at my job. I'm the girl, who does her job, overly... and makes her customers happy.... The one management doesn't have to keep an eye out on.

I'm so sad, so angry, so upset with myself. I fucked around for so long.. now I want to do something and I don't know what to do.