It’s been about three or four years since I’ve last posted something and in that time I’ve graduated high school, joined the military, got married and subsequently divorced, moved on in my life. I’ve done so many things that I didn’t think I would. So if you think your story ends here, you may be missing out on the best moments that have yet to happen.
cold_blooded_freak
cold_blooded_freak
My life basically sucks. My parents are never home and I really don't think they care about me. My mom doesn't, I know she doesn't. But my dad does. He's the main reason why I have yet to kill myself. But I write. And I paint. That's my only escape. Sometimes I just wish I could spend all my time in art class. I just forget all my troubles when I'm in that class.
Dear person reading this,
Hold on.
PLEASE hold on.
Life is a ride, ups and downs is what make life fun.
Don’t be so hard on yourself.
Sincerely, someone who cares.
Hey you out there.
Yes, you. I have something that for some reason, I just felt this incredible urge to share.
Don’t get me wrong. I barely know you.
So what I have to say may not really affect your life at all.
But it’s still something I’m going to say, so please listen to me.
It’s not your fault.
You’re just a human being like the rest of us.
Even successful people have problems.
And something else.
You aren’t a failure. You never were.
You may feel like you aren’t doing anything with your life. That all day long you do “nothing”.
But I just want […]
Death is a blessing.
Death is like the night. We hide from it, postpone it as long as possible, shun the darkness, but in the end it is inevitable.
We fear it, but it will forever stalk our waking hours, haunt out most sinister nightmares.
Grief, perhaps, is worse.
Grief is what is left behind for the living to deal with.
It is what will make two enemies allies, what can make love turn to hate.
Grief is the most astonishing of pain, and we see it everyday, in some shape or form.
Maybe you just broke up with your beloved. Maybe you just lost […]
High school is stupid! Grades are stupid! Being a teenager is stupid! I hate everything about it! I wish we could just skip this chunk of our lives. It’s a great waste of time.
All you do is stress about high school just to stress about college and for what?! To show that you payed more money for a stupid piece of paper thy says the word “diploma”!
I hate being a teenager! I wouldn’t want to live this part of my life even if people paid me!
All I do is stress about school. Whether or not I’ll make grades. Or get accepted to […]
You’re such a loser, they said.
You’ll never amount to anything, they said.
You have no friends, they said.
Please don’t kill me, they said!
I’m back and bitchier than ever! Fuck me over and you’re as good as dead. It feels great to be myself again!
I just want to die. I don’t care about life.
Heartbreak hurts. It’s the worst feeling in the world. Whenever I feel scared or embarassed I just want to run to my ex but she doesn’t love me so I hide. Today something embarassing happened and I wanted her to make me feel ok, but I can’t.
Everyone says that I should just move on an find someone else. I want to but I don’t, I want her to love me and be with me but I don’t want to feel the pain anymore. I just want to let it go.
Like I said, I […]
People don’t kill themselves because they want to end their life, they do it to end the pain.
And I don’t want to feel the pain anymore, it hurts to much…
I’m not sure if I don’t want to kill myself because I finally have a better life, for right now, or if I’m just to numb to feel sorry for myself.
For my art class I had to paint something with emotion… It took me about two days to think of something to paint since I’m almost completely emotionless.
In every painting I have it has a heart somewhere incorporated in it. I’m not sure why but I always paint hearts. I guess it’s because I’m always looking for love. I don’t know, I just always feel empty, like I’m missing something. I’ve never had this feeling before, not […]
Well I have tried killing myself. I’ve slit my wrists, arms, legs, stomach, fingertips. I don’t want an identity. I have burned off my fingerprints but they grew back, no matter how many times I burned them off.
I don’t consider myself human.
I’m an alien.
I’m a redhead that lives in a small town full of Mexicans. I don’t hate them, I love my friends. But I’m an alien. I’m from mars and other people like me (gingers) are the reason why mars is red. I had to learn to make fun of myself at a very young age in order to live in this hellhole-of-a-town.
I’ve held a […]