I’ve been up all night thinking….is today the day? Tomorrow? Tuesday? …seconds keep turning into minutes that keep turning into hours that keep turning into days that keep turning into weeks that keep turning into months that keep turning into years….Life keeps going….Its unforgiving…you miss the bus you miss the bus there is no catching it….I keep lingering and festering like an open wound exposed to germs … I hate that the sun rises signaling the end of yesterday and the beginning of today….I fucking hate that today is the future that seemed so promising 5 years ago…I turn 22 next month on the 5th […]
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Damaged Goods
Like everything in my life, I even failed at killing myself.
by DamagedGoods
written by DamagedGoods
Well world you get a chance to laugh yet again. Finally being home after tricking the dr’s in to think your ok…bravo on my wonderful production of “I am truly ok. It was an accident…No I didn’t want to kill myself.” Even if I would have had the courage to say “YES it was an attempt.” I was to embarrassed by the fact that I cant even kill myself right. What kind of fucked up thing is that. I truly thought that after a couple of months in a hospital bed that my own bed would feel nice. But it doesn’t, it feels worse […]
I dont know where to begin. I was an only child of divorced parents. Both of them remarried when I was 5. My dad and step mom brought  my wonderful brother in this world when I was 7. I was young then so i really didnt see where the attention was going. But as the years came and went and i was around 13 thats when I started cutting myself, in middle school. 8th grade to be exact. I used to lie about it and say that I cut myself on a bush or some bull shit like that. I used anything I could, broken […]
After 2 months I thought I got rid of the awful virus that is eating me alive but I shaved my pubic area and the warts came back with a vengance. I’m in constant pain. All I want to do is sleep to escape. In my dreams I am normal again; the girl in my dreams was not date raped by a scum bag, her innocence and her healthy body are intact. But when I wake up I am diseased, damaged goods. It doesn’t matter how attractive and fit I am because I am a disease carrier. I am destined to be alone for the […]