The only reason why I’m still standing (or sitting, as the case may be right now), is because my mom already lost one kid, and it’d kill her to lose both. I saw her go through the first loss, I saw the agony, I can’t do that to her again. I want to, because I don’t want to live anymore – I don’t see a reason beyond my mother to live – but I can’t. Fuck, I wish I could, though. It’s become an obsession. When I drive, I look for walls that I could easily slam my car into with my seat belt off. I think of easy fast ways to go. I think of this constantly. I can’t stop. I’ve got no one. I’ve got nothing.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is no way to live.
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You don’t have nothing, my dear – you have your life!
You are a precious Jewel and deep down you know this. Please listen to Hay House Radio-they have oodles & oodles of love, comfort and advice! I listen everyday & it has totally changed my life for the better!! You Can Heal Your Life by Louise Hay-really can heal your life!!! Hugs!!
You don’t have nothing, my dear – you have your life!
You are a precious Jewel and deep down you know this. Please listen to Hay House Radio-they have oodles & oodles of love, comfort and advice! I listen everyday & it has totally changed my life for the better!! You Can Heal Your Life by Louise Hay-really can heal your life!!! Hugs!!