its all my fault..youre depression, your need to work from home...you maybe losing your job...this ontop of everything..well, it all just makes perfect sense to me
How can you actually come here, into my house, and look my mother in the eye and act like her friend, whilst knowing you've stolen her husband (my dad) from under her nose without her even knowing? How? It makes me feel sick.
The only time you will find real light is when you're searching in the dark..
jeremy............................................ ...................................
haha i liked you
but now its like i'm getting the i want to run away feeling
and i want to disconnect myself from you.
because i don't feel like you would even want me......
I feel so immature around you.
idk what the thing inside me saying you don't want me just for sex is, but i don't want to believe it.
Whatever it is, you can get through it. I promise.
It gave me a sick sense of satisfaction when you told me I couldn't have the injection because I was "too small". It can't be true, but fuck there was that sick little smile when you said it.
There are remarkable things all the time, right in front of us,
but our eyes have like the clouds over the sun
and our lives are paler and poorer if we do not
see them for what they are. If nobody speaks of
remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?"
Like I'm gonna say anything. Just go on your trip. See you Friday. And no, don't ask the neighbors to check in on me. I'll be fine.
I'm not gonna eat tonight. Half a sandwich- if you get lucky. I'm a disgusting, fat pig if you haven't noticed.
"God take me, because I hate me" -Underoath
We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, and students. We have depression, PTSD, eating disorders, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some not. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every race or religion that you can think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.
We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, and students. We have depression, PTSD, eating disorders, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some not. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every race or religion that you can think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.
