I mean i’ ve never done this before,”speak in public”. The only thing i ve ever said in public was a druken “just stitch me up and let me go home,i need some sleep”. Yes i attemped a suicide 2 years ago only to find out that i was far more messed up than i thought. I will spare you the details.
This is more of a desperate move, i actually don’t want to talk, but the whole idea,and site which i found looking for the right,or wrong, dose of sleeping pills,distacted me so… I have gone really far since then. I got into a relationship,a healthy one. The classes eeehh…i could do better,or ..just,well dunno. Self harming in any way has either completelly gone, or transferred (tattoos are doing a great job). But why is that shit still in me? I still wake up, eat, have sex, go to bed with the same selfish thought. I WANT ME DEAD. I need this fucked up mind,lifeless. This physicaly destroyed body,smashed. 4 years of medical care,the damn pills only caused me weight issues.
Oh well. Fuck it. I go to bed.
Sorry for my english.
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Just hit the poon, smoke some dope and forget you came here, bro lol you don’t need this place validating your urge to kill yourself.
You..leave this place..don’t come back..por to own bueno! 😉