Whats the point? What’s the point in trying anymore? trying in school, friendships, relationships, life….
Nobody listens,nobody ever fucking listens. I might as well be talking to a wall for all the response I get. Hey at least a wall is helpful in someway, I could bang my head against it. People on the other hand, no fucking use. It wasn’t enough that I hinted how much I hate my life, that sometimes I didn’t hide my scars on purpose hoping you would give a shit, no. I could almost handle you not noticing. But when I physically broke down and told you everything and […]
sweetsuicide
I don’t really know what this feeling is, I think it’s anxiety but there’s no trigger for it. I will be sitting in class and suddenly for no reason I feel incredibly nervous. I can’t breathe,I feel naseous and can’t sit still. It’s like a tingling through my whole body. Or I will be sitting on Facebook and suddenly I feel disgusting. What is wrong with me? All I want to do is cry but I never can. I can’t tell anyone because they don’t understand. God I am so fucking sick of everyone, of not being listened to let alone understood.
Sometimes it’s just so hard you know? Of course you know, that’s why you’re here.
I never realized how horribly bad I was until I was genuinely happy yesterday, I had forgotten the feeling. Mind you this was a two hour relief, then something/someone ruined it.
I’m the strong one, always have been. My friends don’t realize, my seemingly perfect family. There’s the families that everyone knows are bad, the druggos, dropouts. But sometimes I think it’s the families that hide it, put up a mask and everyone thinks they are perfect that are the worse, the ones like mine. Oh your dad smokes weed […]