 Life is full of unexpected hardship. Have you ever run out of gas before, and been forced to walk to the gas station? Well, it’s rough. It will take almost a minute before anyone stops to pick you up.
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My daughter’s last day of camp is August 10. If I leave August 8 and send a delayed e-mail to her father, that gives him a day to clean up the mess (and hopefully feed the cats). He’ll have to pick her up, obviously.
One hour. You said it was going to be ONE. FUCKING. HOUR. I waited and waited and waited some more, tried to call your cell & never got an answer. “I’m still here,” I said, “in case you forgot to come and pick me up.” I waited more, God knows I lost count how long.
I said to myself, Fine, if you don’t come and pick me up when you say you will, you can come and pick me up at the fucking morgue! I was tempted, just a bit, to walk out into oncoming traffic, or climb over the balcony railing and jumping off. But […]
“Keep it in
Don’t let it out
You have to be strong
You can’t be weak
You have to move on
Don’t let them see
That you’re in pain
Don’t let them notice
That you’re slowly breaking
Don’t cry in public
But instead in your room
With the door closed
The music blasting
So they don’t hear the sobs
They can’t hear the screams
Though they never would
Even without the music
Because the screams you scream
Are silent like the night
You can’t let them know
You have to go on
Live on being strong
Don’t trip and fall down
Because there is no […]
everyday its the same routine. waking up thinking its a new day but then suddenly everything reminds how much of a fuckup you really are. And school doesnt make it any better. makes it worse actually. ive tried to pick myself up but eventually when i get home i dont eat or talk but go to my room And cry myself to sleep.
I remember when we were children
And we wished so much
To grow up already
And to be a grown up
Or most likely a teenager.
I remember when I was a kid
I had the biggest imagination
And I still do, but it’s not as magical
It was this big thing that I loved
I still love it too, but not as much now
I remember when I wished
I wished to be a teenager already
To not be treated as a child
To put on heels and sophisticated outfits
To do hard and difficult math equations
I remember when my hopes were high
My hopes were […]
I always get on here and just look at everything everyone is saying so I figured I would post something today. I have many scars and a black heart. I miss the way I was before I started cutting myself, but I wouldn’t change a damn thing in my life or anything I have done to myself. The other day I broke down completely in front of the man I thought I could trust completely. I bawled my eyes out for almost an hour because of my f*cked up life and how bad I was feeling about everything. I tried to explained my feelings but […]
Lately, I’ve been becoming more and more angry about my situation at home(if I could, I would leave it but thats not an alternative due to factors like cops and getting a beatdown) It makes me so furious that I punch the walls in rage and just take out my blade and let it rip into my skin and after a few seconds, that blood flowing out, the release, the peace, the quiet within is an amazing feeling. It’s a temporary relief I know but which makes me think about running the blade down my jugular and taking the escape.
my BPD wont worsen, my temper […]
I wait for hours
I wait up all night
I wait
Hoping that someone will be there.
Will be there to help me pick up myself
Help me pick up my broken heart
Help me put it back together for the next day
But alas its like last night
And the night before last night
No one is there for me like I am there for them
I simply cant take it anymore
I have waited far too long and too much
I wait every night until 1-2 am
Then the pain comes
Crushing me
Making me want to die
Why am I so dependent?
Hi Guys,
This is just going to be short and sweet. First off I am sorry that I didn’t post my weekly post yesterday. I completely forgot and I was so tired. Anywho here I am. Yay….
How are you guys?
How am I? Um well… Not so good. It’s so tempting to go… It’s so tempting to say goodbye… It’s so tempting…
Here’s a poem:
My feet hit the soft carpet
I look up at myself
Tears streaming down my face
I look at myself in the mirror for the last time.
I brush my hair to make it look good
I put the brush down […]
There Is one thing that will keep me here and It’s pretty pathetic.Well actually two.Getting back with her will give me the “want” to wanting to live cause I’d live happily with her.The other thing Is the number one draft pick.(Feel free to laugh haha)If the Texans don’t pick Johnny Manziel I don’t wanna go on.This reminds me of the superbowl last year.If the ravens didn’t win,I didn’t wanna see tomorrow.Being from Houston and being a huge Aggie fan,I would love to see Johnny touchdown In a Texans uniform not no damn Teddy Bridgewater or Jadeveon Clowney.For the record Matt Schaub Is my franchise qb […]
I’m Danielle, 16 years old and suicidal…
I guess it all started when I got bullied in primary school because of my weight and the people I used to hang out with. I was basically a tomboy, always wearing jeans or tracksuits, never skirts or dresses… I wasn’t the skinniest or prettiest of kids back then, but there was this one group of girls that would pick on me constantly… I was 10 and depressed… I was stupid enough to pick an all girls secondary school and got bullied there for being a tomboy. it was the beginning of year 8, and I woke up at 5 […]
This sums up how I am feeling more than anything else: “how do you pick up the threads of an old life? Â How do u go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back? Â There are some things time cannot mend. Â Some hurts that go too deep that have taken hold.”-Frodo Baggins.
befor the days were i bent down to pick up pecis of my sole my eyes were bright my hear was long and i didunt cear as long as the sun shone high in the sky but the das are gone were i have time tolook at the sky in a world were i hafe to pay for “the cost of liveing” if you look at it its a joke the cost of being alive… im sorry but what the fuck
have you already chosen a date ?
april 15th or 16th for me ..
my mom (04/06) and cousin (04/11) birthdays are coming up and I don’t want to fuck it up for them .. after the 11th, I’ll have ran out of concern for people feelings .. they’re grown enough to grasp I cannot contribute to their well-being when I’m dead inside and have become very negative .. it’s funny because if I had a child, I’m not sure I’d have considered suicide as an option till (s)he’s at least 20 .. anyway: death, life, politics, religion, fuck all of it
give me death or […]
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