Im sorry I can’t be perfect. I’m sorry I’m not happy. I’m sorry I was raped. I’m sorry I won’t eat. I’m sorry I cut. I’m sorry I won’t talk to anyone. I’m sorry I lie. I’m sorry you can’t tell I’m dying inside. I’m sorry I hide behind a smile.
It seems like it’s been that way for awhile now…me, hiding behind fake happiness. Trying to make everyone think I’m happy. But people have seen my cuts. People are starting to talk. They’re finding out, they’re gonna try to help me. I don’t want help.
So I’m really sorry.
I’m sorry I’m lost. I’m […]
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Happy People
I’ve come to realization that I have no interest in continuing on withy life. I’ve had chances to have what people would consider a good life and I didn’t take them. And the most important thing I’ve come to understand is nobody is suppose to be happy. Nobody is guaranteed a happy life. Some people’s lives will be unhappy and unbearable.
…is like oral sex: Â if I don’t get it, I don’t have to give it.
You’ve got happy people who don’t want you ‘dumping’ on them–completely self-absorbed assholes who maintain their own happiness by living 100% for themselves and if you don’t feed that happiness or serve a purpose for them, then you’re a boil.
Then you’ve got people who hurt so bad, they can’t see past their own problems. Â They have such an urgent need to talk, they shut out other people who also need to talk, so they go around desperately looking for someone to ‘dump’ on, while not helping anyone else themselves. Â It takes […]
I’m soo depressed, sick & tired of being sick & tired!! Why does life have to be so damn hard? Why can’t I ever be happy? Why do the people you care for hurt you the most? I just want to end it all!! The HELL with life!! What I wake up, get dressed, go to work, kiss my fiancé goodbye & head out. But what do you do when the person you swore was your soulmate betrays your trust & violats your boundaries? I’m in love with a woman whom I grew up with, even as kids we were always together. Now 16yrs later […]
I don’t know how, but I stopped feeling. At the time it seemed better than always being depressed and suicidal, just numb myself, make the pain go away. But it’s torture not feeling anything, I see people happy, i see people love, i see people depressed, and i want to hate them, but now i can’t even care. I lie in bed and i cant cry, just stare at the ceiling. I would kill myself, but whats the point? To go from nothing to nothingness. Everybody just sees the mask i put on so i dont freak anybody out but i dont even know why […]
But I don’t think there’s a good way for me to go on living. I feel horrible all of the time. I’ve seen enough doctors, therapists, and social workers to populate a small country. I don’t see any future for me. I don’t even have any dreams to hang on to. I don’t have any friends either. I’ve spent two weeks in the hospital. It made things worse.
It is sad when happy people die; if only we could trade places so that they could go on living.
I’m young. I hate it when older people complain that my generation feels entitled to more than we deserve. […]