I feel like crap. Im tired, and I am suicidal. Like anyone would care.
Wrote suicide notes last night. I go up n down. I can hardly relate to what I fell like or think when im in the opposite. I just dont give a fuck anymore. I wanna just get on with dying.
I guess I like this song enough to want to share it?
I’m exhausted, and not just me, the people around me as well. Some nights I just sob in bed, shoving my desire to go get help back down my throat because I know no one wants to wake up to listen to me cry about how I’m hurting, feeling destructive and suicidal. I guess when I feel like I do some times, all I want to do is get help, to talk about it, tell someone so I’m not alone. More often than not lately, I’m choosing to be alone fighting all by myself against myself. I might be screaming into my pillows, at war […]
I’m such a waste of breath. I wake up and feel clueless why I should try this again. Everyday is monotonous. I am a failure as a wife, as a mother, as a friend, a daughter, a sibling, a photographer, a Christian, a person…every aspect of a person.
Everyone else is better off with me dead. 🙁 But when I say it or share how I’m feeling, I get anger frustration, guilt trips, and lectures in return. I’m screwed up. I absorb life wrong.
I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t think i’ll be around much longer. I’m screwing up the lives of everyone I love. […]
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