“Cyanides of March” – an old user who used to come on here when I first used SP almost two years ago. I always thought it was a catchy name. Yeah I’m not too sure how Tuesday is going to pan out for me tomorrow, but as long as muh belly ain’t growling and I can keep myself occupied – I’m a happy camper.
My tomorrows will be a living hell just like my yesterdays. I keep wanting to die, but then when I talk to someone in my family I keep backing down, I don’t want to cause them more pain, but my existence also causes them grief. One day at a time I guess is all we can do.
The most human fear is the fear of the unknown. Lack of hope for any good to happen combined with no certainty of what tomorrow will bring pretty much guarantees dread 🙁
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“Cyanides of March” – an old user who used to come on here when I first used SP almost two years ago. I always thought it was a catchy name. Yeah I’m not too sure how Tuesday is going to pan out for me tomorrow, but as long as muh belly ain’t growling and I can keep myself occupied – I’m a happy camper.
I know how u feel Im tired of this fucked up life im living.. I mean whats the point?
My tomorrows will be a living hell just like my yesterdays. I keep wanting to die, but then when I talk to someone in my family I keep backing down, I don’t want to cause them more pain, but my existence also causes them grief. One day at a time I guess is all we can do.
The most human fear is the fear of the unknown. Lack of hope for any good to happen combined with no certainty of what tomorrow will bring pretty much guarantees dread 🙁