Strangely enough, I prefered watching myself type a fool of myself.
If this had the slightest chance of being funny it be laughable.
I already miss you.
I must seem so pathetic.
I decide to make one [to me] major decision and even in doing that I make a mistake.
I honestly don't know what I'm doing here alive.
Mum wants me to get a job.
I honestly don't think I'm upto it but the pressure brought on by her expectations is awful. It's like I have to majic myself well somehow.
I'm very unhappy with this existence and it can't end quickly enough.
I idealise suicide on a daily basis.
I won't organise seeing my psych sooner because medication cannot change the way I am....and nor can I.
I just want someone to talk to. Someone who makes me feel wanted. I don't even want to talk about myself. I just want to talk about...anything. I want to just talk. I want to feel like someone is thinking about me. I want to get a text here and there, come home to an e-mail. Feel like I have a friend.
But I know no one cares enough to waste time on that.
"If you don't stand for something in your life, then you will fall for anything"
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
I lied to my accounting teacher to get her to let me do a lab I missed. I told her I had to go out of town for a funeral. In reality I could not be motivated to care about it.
"If you don't stand for something in your life, then you will fall for anything"
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
Im drinking vodka because I hope to get so drunk, that I either have the balls to run a bath and cut at 2 in the morning, or just cut here, deep, in my room.
Location: Cold little country with lots of mountains and snow
I am currently:
All I ever wanted was a family that actually cared about me. I thought it would get better after I moved from my abusive mother, but now I find myself missing her... At least she cared enough to abuse me. I bet no one would even notice it if I just died.
I wish someone would notice...
(And I hate myself for wanting that kind of attention)
i never really stopped and i'm not really okay i just wish you wouldn't ignore me it hurts so much
This battered room I’ve seen before
The broken bones they heal no more, no more
With my last breath I’m choking
Will this ever end? I'm hoping
My world is over one more time
I lied to you the other day.
When i said i wanted to look through your room for them.
I didn't.
I actually searched through your room for them. I was that desperate.
I didn't find them though. And the truth is I hated you for keeping me safe.
"I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay"
You couldn't have come along at a better time. Honestly. I need you.
I wish I had alcohol. I need to drink. I guess it's to quieten the voices in my head but I don't know. I don't need alcohol like I need cutting or whatever.. but I just can't help but wonder...
The world is just illusion always trying to change me.
You will find wonder wherever you can, and spread joy whenever you are able.
I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, divide within me. - Frankenstein.
I don't see a point to any of this...I'm going to be found out any day now and the disappointment everyone is going to feel will be crushing.
If only there was some way out
I would do anything not to feel like this.
To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting-E. E. Cummings
RYL Family
duchesskrow-is my duck sister
*Fallen*Stars*-Is my sister
BandGeek-is my Band Roadie
bubble-car is my little sister
i feel disgusting...i havent had a shower in 2 days...i can't be bothered to do anything, i feel weak, so so weak...everythings falling apart again...and there's nothing i can do to stop it...
I think thoughts so terrible that I am afraid of going out in public places because someone might be able to sense it on me.
Sometimes I do think I can see these things on others.
Sometimes I think I want to find someone just like me.
Sometimes I think I am a monster.