I dreamt you were alive again, and it was wonderful and sad all at once. I can't shake that weird longing feeling I got when I woke up. You looked beautiful....and you had hair again, and it was long and blond (not going to lie, your wigs were better, ha).
So here I sit, in my office, completely unable to focus and feeling quite ill. Cartooning and chugging earl grey.
Also, I guess in the spirit of using this to talk to you, I'm taking good care of your puppy. There was no way I'd let him take your dog, so I had to let mine go...
He's doing well though. He eats fairly well and has become a lot more social since. I baby the crap out of him.
I love everything in this world except me.
If only I could give everything I have to offer without actually being ME.
I would love to donate my knowledge and talents, since it makes people happy.
Like I said, I love everyhing,except myself.
I'm a waste of earthly resources and human emotion,
I'm so undeserving!
I'd love to give myself to someone more worthy. But that's not possible.
So everyday I sink a little bit lower,and beat myself down just a bit more,
The hopefully one say I won't feel guilty about disposing of myself
My GP thinks my mood is 'psychological' because there's no way my ADs could actually be making me incredibly hyper one day and suicidal the next. Retard.
It doesn't matter where you come from; it matters where you go.
No-one gets remembered for the things they didn't do.
We won't all be here this time next year,
so while you can take a picture of us.
We're definitely going to hell,
but we'll have all the best stories to tell.
Could you stop following me? I hate it. Stop trying to impress. It just makes you look like an idiot. Everything you do just confirms that I've made the right decision.
As much as I'd like to actually tell you to stay away from me... I'm afraid. I'm afraid you'll hurt me again. But this time, in a different way.
"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.
Well, Marie, aren't you just a bundle of fucking joy?
I feel so borderline today, and there is no reason for it.
Depressed, destructive and angry, without a reason.
I want to scream.
Instead I'll curl up, keep my shitting mouth shut and hope it goes away soon in the hope I won't do anything bad.
Now I'll play your ghost as my ace, whenever I'm led astray.
But I am actually good, can't help it if we're tilted.
I'm in my right place, don't be a downer.
Why did you fucking bother? i was fine absolutly fine until you changed it. Why did you have to get my hopes?? i was fine being where i was and you ruined it
