“There are worst things you can do to the people you love than kill them. No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.”
I’ve decided that dying is not the worst thing that can happen to you. Living…living everyday…with the knowledge, and the pain, and the hurt, of being betrayed by the only person you gave your heart and soul too.
At least when you’re dead you don’t feel a damned thing.
I hate this–hate myself. I disgusts myself. I’m a ***** panzi ass ugly ***** that can’t get over the past because it hurts too much. Maybe I’m just being hard on myself, maybe I actually have a point. I don’t know.
I have no mental illnesses by the way, perfectly healthy I just go insane inside my mind trying to figure out my so called ‘great life’
I have stopped caring. It’s weird to say you feel nothing, and I guess I have to feel something if I am still hurt by what happened in my past. However I do not care anymore…about anything. I have thrown my future away working some dead end job that I just got fired from (lay offs) and I just don’t care.
I don’t understand what we’re here for. Can someone answer me that? I’m not religious so don’t try that approach trust me.
But seriously…we live, we die. What’s the point if we’re gonig to die? when you’re dead you won’t remember this, you don’t feel anything, you won’t take anything with you—so what the hell is the point?!
Why am I alive??? Why!
There’s no point.
To any of this.
And the worst part is, sitting here writing this I just want to kill myself even more for how pathetic I sound.
“I want you to understand what’s going to happen next. The shock will wear off, and it will be replaced by a devastating grief. In time, you will come to terms with what you have done and you’ll just be very, very sad. And that sadness will stay with you for the rest of your life.”