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Type Of Girl

Why?!?

by strangemusic 12/21/2012

written by strangemusic

I have died in my dreams a hundred times. I have tried to kill myself several times in my waking life, which seems more like a living nightmare to me. Â In all the 20 years I’ve lived I haven’t done a single good thing. All I have is regrets, though when I come to rethink the steps I took and the choices I made there doesn’t seem to be another way I could have gone.

I have been a complete failure since my childhood. But back then I took life much easier because my childhood activities took me away from all the bad thoughts and my […]

12/21/2012 1 comment

I’m born in a wrong planet :E

by blablabla3 12/15/2012

written by blablabla3

I don’t know whats important in my life, what i want , what i’m looking for :EÂ I have cool job with a very good salary and future opportunities, so i need to improve my skills and knowledge more and more but.. : /Â sometimes i’m Ok and I don’t care about such kind of a things, but often I have long depressions and wishes to die..Â I don’t know what’s missing in my life, why am i so different, I don’t even get on with someone they all are at most liers, fools or trying to be fool or something :/ and that makes me to hate […]

12/15/2012 3 comments

I’m the type of girl who…

by ParadiseFears- 6/6/2012

written by ParadiseFears-

I’m the type of girl to put on an act to keep the world off my back. Even when I’m trying to push them away, I actually just want someone to stop me and tell me I don’t have to pretend anymore. I’m the girl who sits in her room crying, thinking back to the past and wondering how I ever made it this far.
Everyday I go to school and pretend to be that happy girl you’ll find in every class. Everyone buys my act and they think I’m happy, that nothings wrong, but they’re all wrong.
There will never be a time where I’ve never […]

6/6/2012 1 comment

by beaGhost 3/11/2012

written by beaGhost

I hate myself right now. My head is a terrible place to be. I can’t fix it. It will never change. I know that it will never change. I just need to die right now and all of this shit will be over with. I’m already drunk, all I need to do is start driving my car and it will be done.
I hate that I love him. I hate myself for believing in him the first time and every time after that. I hate that I still try so hard to be a part of his life. I hate that I have to try.

3/11/2012 3 comments