my mom got pregnant at age 16 with me. When i was a baby about a year old maybe a little under my father held a knife to my mothers neck while i was on a changing table and made her wait and watch to see if i would fall on the tile below me [...]
Archive for September, 2011
Yesterday i was assigned to do a project in speech and debate. It was free topic, so i decided i would do it on teen Suicide. I can really use some statistics that most people don’t usually know. And wish me luck. I’ve always been trying to prove my depression to the class. Im tierd [...]
There Is No Stopping Me.
Binge… Oh how you conrupt me. Oh how you always do this to me. Why must you let me be the way i am. You really are… destorying more of my life thank you just thank you.
My mom is taking my fucking money. I am saving it for a fucking reason!!!
I start a new school on Monday and I’m a couple of weeks late. I’m going to Year 10 (I’m in England) and I’m really nervous. I keep crying, I probably have the lowest self-esteem in the world and I have a scary feeling that it’s leading to a disorder. I look in the mirror [...]
I sloped up again. Thad maybe….five times this week…but, it didn’t bleed out. It’s deep but no blood. The noe thing that’s always made me feel alive was cutting…..now I’m not sure what to think….
I’ve been sick all day, the usual digestive issues(I get bad IBS symptoms). Even focusing on getting better depresses me because I know that deep down, I don’t want to get better. That kind of thinking just makes me feel worse and worse until I spiral out of control and do something foolish like pray to [...]
have you ever gotten that feeling where you need to turn your mental pain into physical pain. so you slash away your skin. you hide it from people because you want to be normal for once inyour life but no matter how hard you try, you always end up being two different people. Theirs the [...]
I keep running away from myself. I don’t want to think, because if I start thinking, I start going over how fucked up I feel despite leading such a great life. I don’t know why I’m close to snapping. I never thought I was free from these thoughts. I keep holding on tightly to my [...]