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Rotten

This World is Rotten and Filled With Rotten People

by arik 9/27/2015

written by arik

If life is typified by the apple, then at its core festers a great rot that eats it from within. A rot that has been ignored far too long.

I will create a world that is filled with kind people, even if it means I have to be the only monster left.

I do not care whether you are man or woman. I do not care what the colour of your skin is. I do not care what your beliefs are. The instant you step on the life of another, the moment you take advantage of another human being, much less bring them to the brink of […]

9/27/2015 28 comments

I want her to find my ugly rotten corpse

by cyanidesofmarch 2/19/2013

written by cyanidesofmarch

That will be my one crowning achievement in my worthless fucking existence. I want her to find my bruised bloody corpse and know that she is the reason for it.

2/19/2013 8 comments

I Try to Remember

by Violet Blake 1/15/2012

written by Violet Blake

1.Â Everybody Doesn’t Have to Love Me.Â

Not everyone has to love me or even like me. I don’t necessarily like everybody I know, so why should everybody like me? I enjoy being liked and being loved, but if somebody doesn’t like me, I will still be okay and still feel like I am an okay person. I cannot make somebody like me, any more than someone can get me to like them. I don’t need approval all the time. If someone does not approve of me, I will still be okay.

2.Â It Is Okay to Make Mistakes.

Making mistakes is something we all do, and I am […]

1/15/2012 1 comment

Just Waiting

by skittles1104 7/2/2009

written by skittles1104

I’ve always known that I was depressed.Â But i put a good wall and hid it from everybody.Â At a glance, nobody would guess how rotten and dead i feel inside. I’ve read websites for “help” but honestly, I dont want help.Â I’ve been depressed and suicidal for so long.Â I have never felt wanted or truly happy.Â If at one point I was happy, everything would soon come crashing down.Â And I’d be in my bed crying myself to sleep, reaching over to get the scissors and start cuting on my arm.

Just like today.Â I was truly excited to go on a vacation with […]

7/2/2009 5 comments