I’m the kind of person that you would never expect to be suicidal. The kind that’s not afraid to admit to it if confronted about it. I walk around everyday with a smile on my face. I don’t like being comforted. I have unique problems that only I can deal with. I’ll just hold it in until I have some inevitable breakdown. I enjoy helping people with their issues, yet I will never discuss my own. I haven’t been beaten nor raped or molested. My name has never been slandered socially, but I suffer a much deeper pain… no, torment. One the is steadily progressing and is never going to stop. Well maybe one day, if I’m lucky.
XOXO, Fuck_UP
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you think your the only one out there…your not.
I imagine suicide in different forms. For some, it is like cancer, it spreads and kills slowly. For some it is an emergency exit, reassuring you there is always a way out. For some, it is a dream, because despite being so desirable, it is nearly impossible. For some, it might be the simple answer to life. I think you might be holding a time bomb, and only you can defuse it. But what would I know. I’m no good with mechanical stuff.
Fuck_UP ,
this is Fuck_UP no.2 your not alone.
blackhole,
why are you up so early?