I come to this website often with so many thoughts weighing heavy on my chest, but when I open a new post, I don’t know how to put my thoughts into words. I feel like my entire being is an empty void. There is no difference between yesterday and today, not for me. In my life, there is no hope in the beginning of a new year, only dread. As I was moving away for college, my best friend must have decided that I wasn’t good enough anymore. The last few weeks before I left I wanted to have a small get together with the […]
Over 2 years had gone by… And tomorrow I’ll have to start over from day 1. Yeah. I cut myself again..
I just want a solitary place where I can hide forever. So I never have to see anyone or talk to anyone ever again. People way too often do nothing but let you down. It’s not worth the pain and misery to give them my time when nobody gives me theirs.
Would you find it strange for a 20 year old boy to be hanging out with a 34 year old man every night? For a little more info: it’s not just one 20 year old boy, it’s a while bunch of boys, probably about 15 or so, some of them as young as 14 years old. And I’ve been told this man hardly leaves his house. Opinions on the situation??
I feel fairly simple minded on here sometimes. Quite a few of you are immensely intelligent.
Guys guys guys! Lets play a positive game!! Reasons to live?? GO!!
I’ll put on a smile today just so others won’t cringe at my pain. I guess that’s life.
I feel sick. Physically sick. I want to run to the bathroom and eject all of my insides. I want to eject my heart out of my throat just to know I still have one. I want to eject my life out and watch it fade into a mist in the air as my empty body collapses to ashes in the grass. And mentally sick. I’m crying. But I don’t know why. I want to talk to someone. But even the people I love and trust I can’t open up to. I just can’t.
Tonight isn’t as bad as most nights that I’m on here. but that’s because tonight I don’t feel sad or depressed. Tonight.. I don’t feel anything. I feel empty. Broken. I used to know what it was like to love. I still remember how it felt. But now, it seems all a dream. Some days it seems real. The feeling I recall seems nearby. Some days I think tomorrow I might feel it again. But it never comes today. And most days I don’t feel it at all. And I know I should. The last boy I loved was terrible to me. And now I’m […]