Dissociative Identity Theft

they put the dog to sleep this morning and didn't wake me up. my stepmother left me a note informing me that it had been done.
i got drunk last night and left various messages for steve...i love you, i miss you, i need you.
he of course did not respond.
i also sliced my wrist like five times and smoked cigarettes out my bed room window.
today i feel like shit.
i'm never drinking when i'm already depressed again.