ever since I realized how hurtful people’s words can be, I have hated myself. I always will, that will never change.
I know there are people in this world who truly love me, somewhere down in them, even though they don’t really show it. I’ve thought about committing suicide on one of my birthdays, I think it would be really cool to die on my birthday. wake up, get a rope, go to the living room, and hang myself before anyone else gets up. it’s perfect. but my birthday is so far away, ughh.
I always imagined who might be at my funeral, maybe some friends, relatives, I could point out the people who would cry and the people who don’t give a damn. I think that would be really awesome to watch my own funeral, as invisible. watching people mourning, or not caring. a lot of them would come just to be “respectful” just to please my parents or something. people are so stupid.
damn I wish I had my knife. my scars are freaking gone now. I need my scars back.
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im sorry ur scars arent there anymore. once you have scars, its like theyre a part of ur body and when u lose them, its like you have lost a body part. and what is that stuff you put on ur scars called? it worked pretty damn fast
i agree with you though, watching your own funeral would be pretty awesome
haha, yeah. and the stuff I put on it is called mel-a-gel.
i mean, the stuff my dad MAKES me put on it.:P
mel-a-gel? sounds weird haha why does he MAKE u put it on??
cause he wants it to heal…
I’m stupid?Nu uh your stupid:phaha I’m just messinq with you.
I’m sorry your scars are gone aswell !, when they dissapere ther like losing memories. Mine are horrible !, but they only look out of place when I look at them in the mirror they make me wanna scream !!