I’m sick of being everyone’s second choice – everyone’s shoulder to cry on.
You can’t use me when it’s convenient for you.
I feel like I was born and bred to be a shoulder to cry on… And I spend almost all my time alone trying to comfort myself.
If anyone needs a shoulder to cry on, I guess I’m here… Here to be convenient for you. I know you won’t appreciate it, but you’re welcome.
You know I’m going to be here, even when I don’t want to be. Because I’m predictable.
🙂
Just a shitty day… or a couple.
A day like today where I wake up feeling okay, and then I start thinking about all the things I’ve ever done wrong. And then I start thinking about how I’m a shitty person. And then, on top of that, I feel like I have zero things to offer. I try so fucking hard to be good at things, at art, at programming… I’m in college, getting decent grades and busting my ass… But I hate everything I’ve ever done. I’ve never accomplished anything and I feel worthless. I’m a huge sagging disappointment to myself. I feel ugly; I […]
It’s 4pm and I’m sitting here drinking liquid courage. I guess I’m just looking for suicidal people to talk to at this moment, because I like you lot.
I feel like you get it. Thanks.
Even though I’m more of a lurker, I’ve enjoyed the words I’ve had with some of you. You make me feel less crazy.
I feel like I snapped today, and now I should just get it over with. Because everyone thinks I’m mad at them but I’m not. I’m just mad at myself. And I wish I wasn’t out of tequila.
I guess I’m seeking a distraction right now.
I’m not worried about how I’m going to do it. Or where I’m going to do it.
I just wish I knew what to do with all my stuff. My dog. My cat. I’m thinking about putting it in boxes, and maybe dropping them off at the humane society. I can’t help feeling extremely guilty but I feel like I’m having a negative impact on my dog. I’m sad because the humane society is such a shitty place, but I can’t burden my parents with him. I just want it all to be on my tab, and something that no one will have to worry about […]
I feel so confused… One minute I want to die, and the next I wish someone was here to tell me everything is going to be okay. I’m so unhappy with myself and I feel like such a failure. I know it’s all growing pains but I’ve felt so sad since I was in high school. I hate these hormones, or whatever is causing me to feel so sad. It’s a cycle. I can’t eat because I’m sad, and I feel sad because I don’t eat. I can’t make up my mind whether I want to live or die.
The boy I live with, whom I […]
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