I’m on cocaine I relapsed dammit. I never thought that I would go to this to solve my problems I need help.
What do you do if you live with people who wont accept you for who you are ?
I know that this isnt very important but lately I’ve been over thrown by life and all that comes with it. The money problems? It’s too hard, I’m only in high school.. My parents? They hate each other so much.. It’s not fair they couldn’t be perfect.. My friends? They don’t exist. I lost them. My boyfriend? He dumped me because of my issues.. He’s happy with another girl. And lucky me I get to see them every day. I wish I could care less. I’ve tried, oh have I tried. I care too much. Every little thing eats away at me. When will I […]
I feel like I need thicker skin because I’ve been feeling sensitive lately maybe it’s because I’ve been thinking too much. I feel like the little things bother me  for example I don’t feel beautiful at all even though some people may find me beautiful I feel like they just say that to be nice or make me feel good but I don’t feel like I deserve it because I don’t think I’m good enough to have good things there’s girls that seem to have it all they have:good looks, brains,they believe in themselves,chase their dreams,and most of all they don’t let people’s comments get […]
Darkness ahead
Soon we’ll be dead
The sun is fading fast
Light wasn’t meant to last
http://youtu.be/uCTgQJ9dqLI
We’re falling on too fast
Leaving behind the past
Nothingness around us
Oblivion has found us
Your here with me every night but yet I feel so alone. Like I’m the only one in our relationship…
Do you care?
Why are you still here?
I know your cheating…
love kills people and I’m next!
I had a bad day today. In class I started to think about everything that’s been going on with me and started to cry. Everyone was asking what happened and I would just say nothing or I’m okay.
Financially everything has sky rocketed below the ground.. I’m not really sure why I continue to post here.. I don’t even know anyone but.. but what?.. people sometimes ask “Why isn’t life easier?” If life were easier i’m almost positive everyone would want to kill themselves…. Nothing meaningful or inspiring keeps me going on. I just the wanting to be blind and mindless like snobby bitches at school.. The ones who are popular and go to parties, the girls who wear the nice clothes and look pretty… i want to be them so that way I wont be me. I want to be like those […]
Slit your hips where no one can see
Your good girl image has a reputation to keep
Close the door and let it go
Do it quick so no one will know
Rush of adrenaline as blood spills
Thrill so deep it gives you chills
Blood whispers words you can’t tell
Because if you did they’d give you hell
Clean it up and cover the proof
No one deserves to know the truth
Scars fade and leave a memory
And recent events give you agony
So cut a little deeper
Bleed a little harder
Kiss your beautiful perfect blade
And find a place for her to hide away
Bring it out when you’re scared or lonely
Til then…
Put on a fake smile […]
been 3 months since i jumped into traffic. the injuries are finally better so its a perfect time for my good friend to die and my dad to tell me he doesn’t love me right? fuck my life. gonna go get drunk, see if that helps at all. fucking probation can’t smoke any weed.
what will death be like. will it be like forever sleeping or is Heaven and Hell real? what do you guys think?
Today was actually somewhat good, i guess? I don’t really know because, I don’t really know what a good day is… :/ My depression was up the ass today, everything just didn’t feel right, yet again.. When does it? Sometimes I just really wanna run out of school but i can’t. i seriously skip class everyday same period to go cry in the bathrooms… and don’t tell anyone. i’m sick of crying, i’m sick of wanting to die, i’m sick of so much right now.. 🙁 Ugh, I can’t do this much longer…
well i dont fucking know thats why im asking you
iv got to get out im spining so fast and is not in the drunk way its the plane out of controle way with fire and blood and fuck knows what els i dont knkow whats happning eney more im like a toy that was left at the beach whating forthe kid who left me here to come back and fine me and hug me and say i thort i lost you forever dont go i love you
god made people like me so he coud have some thing to play with
I’ve always been aware that I’m not good enough for anything I want – friends who don’t treat me as an inferior, mainly, I went through all my life getting that from everyone I liked (and worse shit on top of it) – but eventually I made myself take the advice from people on the internet that I am good enough and to not let people walk all over me. That “self-esteem comes from within.” And I ended up becoming an asshole for two and a half years when aside from that I’ve always been a major softie… and the last person I made friends […]
I’m freaking out just a little bit. I have realized that I can’t find passion anymore. It’s fading away slowly. I used to have so much passion. I used to be passionate about almost everything. Theater, singing, acting, dancing, writing, mythology, reading, philosophy, guitar, you name it. (Though not math…. I hate that with a passion) Passionate is something that used to be a descriptive term for me. Now… I don’t know. It’s fading and I am desperately trying to hold onto it. But I can feel it slipping away along with my will to live. I don’t know how much longer I will be able to be here…
I just want to fucking die. I don’t know what to do. I can’t do it because I have a daughter on the way, but that makes it so much more difficult. I don’t know what the fuck to do. My daughter is my only reason to live but she ties me to my greatest downfall… Help
If something is wrong, just write it down somewhere.
Maybe someone will find it. Maybe someone will become curious with whatever is in your computer, whatever is written in your notebook, or whatever is shown in your eyes.
Maybe they’ll see it. There’s still a possibility.
But for me?
Ah, they won’t. No matter how quiet I’ve gotten. Despite the number of books I’ve read about depression and their stories. Regardless of how many I give them, no one has found the signs.
But how could someone possibly find what they’re not looking for?
LifeÂ
/līf/Noun
1. The condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional. 2. Living things and their activity. That is the definition of life there is a reason for all life. You are you and nobody can change who you are be you and be proud! You are important and mean a lot to someone out there even if you if you don’t believe you are. Someone loves you or will love you; you just need to stay strong. What is reality? Reality is getting talked about by people every day that don’t even know you or your story, […]
Just told my ex, that’s also my best friend, that I’ve lied to him. Luckily he wasn’t mad at me, actually, he understood it. I was really glad with that. But the thing I really wanted was not saying it to my ex. That I shouldn’t done it, because I never lied to him. That’s what I really wanted, but it’s not the truth. I have so much regret of all the times I lied to him, my parents or anyone else that’s close to me. I have lied so much that it almost felt like my life was a lie. I’m trying to lie […]