There’s this sinking feeling and I do what any normal person would do, I google it. And there’s all these explanations, but they all have one thing in common, they tell me that it’s temporary and that it won’t last. Or they true to tell me to get off the fucking roller coaster. (Which if you google the sinking feeling you’ll be pissed too) I don’t know, I can’t get to anyone and I don’t have anyone. I dump my boyfriend and it was all good until it wasn’t and I don’t know I don’t know. I’m small I know that I’m a size zero in jeans I’m 110 lbs. I’m generally a small person but everything I eat it’s a struggle. I always eat to much or not enough. And at this point I just like the feeling of being hungry which I know there are people who are actually starving and maybe I’m a ***** and a dumbass. But there’s no one, I don’t have anyone. And everything was okay for such a great time, but now it’s not. And I don’t know where to go and I don’t have anyone to talk to. I’m just tired, you know? It not even my problems. It’s like I’m immune to them now bc I’ve had so many I just can’t breathe and whenever I air slips through my lungs it burns and it kills me and I’m dying but I can’t die. I don’t know maybe I sound insane. Maybe I am insane. And I don’t even know why I’m even on here. No one is going to read this, no one ever does. There is no point. But I’m just so fucking tired and sad and broken and I can’t. I want to die but I don’t I just want everything to stop and wait for em to catch up bc frankly running is not my favorite thing and trying to reach my life is making me go out of breath. I don’t know. Help me.
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Hi..I know that feeling. I may be different in circumstances but I know being alone hurts too. If you want someone to vent or talk to I can try.
I don’t think we should talk. But it’s nice to know I’m not the only one.
I’ve been defiled to death by insanity, unceasingly for this whole entirety of the year now. Only a true, molester, would kill someone to death, such as this. Spewing pure death, unceasingly.
Bisban, I never thought about it like this: Defiled to death by insanity. For a year! Damn. Sorry it is happening to you. Damn. Sorry.
delete this **** pronto B}
What why? What’s your problem?
I just made an account here but I couldn’t bring myself to make my own post. I couldn’t get the words out. But you said almost exactly what I’m feeling anyways. I don’t know you, I wish I could hug you, and not let go.
Would you like to talk? I’m sure looking for someone to talk to.