every time i have a mental break down i feel that much closer to actually doing it. im going to be drinking tonight. i can end it. but will i? i want to talk to someone but i cant. one person would put me in a bubble and ive hurt the other enough as it is. i dont want to hurt him anymore but it seems to be all im good at. just one stupid thing after another. i dont even know why i want to die. i dont even know why i feel so much pain. its all balled up inside me with no escape. i cant make it stop. i just want the pain to stop. but i have no reason for the pain. i just dont get it. i want to understand. i want to hit my head off a wall. i remember i use to do that in school on brick walls. my friend would put his hand on my head. i remember being in school and if i cut id play with my sleeve. he picked up on that quickly. i remember the look of…..i cant place a word for it. he was so sad. i felt bad every single time. he never treated me poorly. not for one second. he feels he did once but he didnt. i keep telling him that. i was smoking pot and cigarettes. i would have yelled at me. i restarted. i have a new life now. i want to fuck it up so badly. (and heres the first sip) i want to fuck up my life every way possible. i could be happy. but happy just isnt who i am anymore. now given the chance im an alcoholic, druggie and what ever else fucks up my life. im not 100% sure i want to change that. i have people that care but i want them to stop caring. i want them to go away. i want to be alone. i want……i dont know anymore.
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I like your story. I am kind of like you. I’m definitely no longer afraid of doing it and I’m definitely not feeling like it’s too difficult of a task for me to accomplish
Only time I’ve ever enjoyed my life is when I’ve been high so I don’t see it as a bad thing as human life is mostly hedonism and pursuit of self-pleasure.
I’m just not feeling it any more. I can no longer write read walk enjoy my old hobbies or feel safe in my body. I suppose I kill myself soon, I’m not afraid anymore. I don’t know when I will commit but hopefully within the next very short time.
that friend i mentioned i was just talking to him and he told me this “I know you’re a sweet and loving girl, people have hurt that girl, abused her even, they told her to go away in a hole and never come out. But I saw that girl, she’s scared and broken, when I lent my hand to her she questioned why I didn’t hit her or throw her back in. I saw those innocent eyes through her ragged cloths and bruised skin, I saw what other people where too blind too see. People see this eye candy that’ll never amount to anything so she should be used. I see this girl like an abused little puppy, it’s cute and it may bite, but if you show it how to behave and give it some love and attention, she’ll be a great companion who will always be there for you ? (I… I hope this makes sense… or you enjoy this somehow…)” it hit me. it confused me. it made me feel better. it made me feel worse. i had another drink, thought about it and realized he was right.
please talk to me
whats up? we can talk
i want to talk to you l, i want to help you through it
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