My half or so the one i stole the body from torments me. She screams at me. She uses imeges of others against me. At five i replaced her sole with mine… im sorry.
I just want to go and forget everything. I just want to vanish out of thin air without a trace.
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I can acknowledge that.
See, right now I’m Tom: content and ever cautious of life. I’m willing to help out where I can. But other times I’m Tom with a Vengeance: psychotically unhinged and liable to kill someone if they look at me sideways. Getting a balance between the two is how I spend some days, but I acknowledge that they both need to compliment each other as opposed to completely eliminating one half altogether. There are times when it’s good to be a maniac, especially if you’re drunk and some coons try get fresh with ya.
Err…I had a spell tome that could’ve helped you finish, but I bartered with a travelling cat person from elsewhere and happened to trade it with them so…yeah.
If you are reading this, please listen with an open heart.
My best friend committed suicide on March 14th. She had an account on this website that i just came across and she had posted asking about ways she could do it, and my already shattered heart broke a thousand times more as i read the comments telling her how. As much as apart of me wants to respond with so much anger to anyone who encouraged her in how to end her life, a bigger part of me also breaks for all the others who were in her same numb state. She had talked with people about how she had shut her friends out in order for us to not feel as much pain, and she had also hoped that no one would find out because of her not responding for so long. If only she truly knew how far from the truth that really was. We could never ever ever just forget her.. we were so worried that we weren’t hearing from her and when we found out what happened.. my heart physically broke in two. No matter who you are, or how you have been treated, you are a beautiful person with beautiful potential. There is always hope as hopeless as things may seem. I use to be suicidal myself and struggled with depression for four years. I once too felt like things would never change or never get better. If my beautiful friend would have truly known how loved she was and how broken we are all now because of how much we miss her and want her back, she would have never ended her life so soon when there was so much more time for things to get better.
I mean this with my entire heart — if ANYONE, needs someone to talk to, even if you feel like there could be no comfort from a stranger, I assure you I genuinely care about a life that could possibly lost, even if I have never met that person. Everyone has a story and that story doesn’t have to end early or so tragically.
I will never be the same after losing my friend, and the pain we are now all in is greater than my friend ever imagined.
You don’t realize how valuable and precious you are. Your life is worth so much. Don’t let your circumstance or the people and awful things around you determine how good or bad things will be.
If you need someone to talk to, please talk to me. Do not give up. THERE IS HOPE. No matter what. No matter who you are. My email is theldbproject@gmail.com