I don’t know what to do anymore. It’s all so standard. I’m not giving up, mom. Lying in bed every day, not caring about anyone who never cared about me. I’m not giving up, dad. Sleeping until 5pm, popping the pills they gave me to relax. I’m not giving up. I just don’t know what to do since you’ve left. If you left, what’s keeping me here? I’m not giving up.
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i’m just tired. i literally came today to a point where i wanted to seriously die. i kept trying to hold my tears back. and i was frusstrated.
i haven’t cut myself in 4 years but today i cut my arm to remember that feeling. the feeling that calms me down.
i spend my teenage years babysitting
monday/tuesday: Â Â Â 9am-10pm
wednesday: Â Â 9am-5pm
friday: Â Â 2pm-10pm
saturday/sunday: Â Â Â 9am-5pm.
babysitting a baby with down syndrome, a 2 year old and a 9 year old isn’t easy. Â sometimes even other kids.
i never have time for myself.. not even for a simple hang out with a friend. my mom always has […]
I wrote a post sometime last week. I am not sure of the date as it was mostly a blur.  The time came again. Last Tuesday at 5pm after countless minutes/hours/days/weeks etc etc of wondering if suicide was what I want, I tried to commit suicide for the third time. I popped a hell of a lot of panadol, drank some vodka and cut my wrist (again). This time I was going to be successful, I was bleeding everywhere (I had hit a vein) and I was slowly passing out. It was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open. Then much to my disgust my mother […]