So this guy has my uke and It’s my sisters actually, and I’m fucked if I don’t get it back. They hate me so I feel like they might have smashed it or something, or sold it. Fuck my life. sdflkjasdlkfj.
I’m fucked.
I think my dad might have dementia. Fuck my life.
I feel so guilty. I have a partner and I am in love with my partner. I’m so happy with him, and I get these butterflies whenever I see him, and I’m so happy. I barely see him though. Which I don’t mind as much, but It’s still a little lonesome. Now. Why I feel guilty? Well. I like someone else. I hate it so much. I haven’t acted upon anything but I do, I completely and utterly like this person In my cast. He’s the stage manager, Simon. I’m so mad at myself for liking him. I hate myself even more. I feel so […]
Today I was so depressed I just didn’t have control over me. I was a friend to someone and let them slap me, because they were feeling down. I’m not a masochist but I don’t feel pain to a certain degree and It didn’t phase me. But after she struck me, something inside me clicked. I ran to the bathroom and I just tried to lighten myself up. I wasn’t in the situation where I could walk around the room upset and in tears. But I cried, and cried. We had call, and I had to go into the Green Room (I’m in a play […]
I really want to die. Maybe bleach would work. Or. Drowing. or a combination of the two. Hmm.
I could put something heavy over my head in the bathtub and try to drown myself there. Maybe.