I miss the first time we kissed. November 4, 2009. I smiled the whole way home. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t. I was so happy. I miss the first time you wrap your arms around me, kissed my cheek. I miss the first time you called me babe. I miss the beginning, when we didn’t want to say I love you, so we said i <3 u. I miss the first time you said you loved me. I miss the feeling of being loved, I was so blown away at the fact that someone could actually like me, none the less love me. […]
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Why should i go on?There’s nothing here for me.I don’t help anyone.all i do is hurt everyone. There’s tons of people i know,some of them i even call ”friends”,but if i were to die right this minute,what would those fellas miss?Besides free meals,clean toilets,and entertainment I’m just that girl you invite to your party as eye candy.Fuck that,no thanks.I don’t belong to this world.Oh and as for the boy i spent the last year of my life bending over backwards for to make happy.The one who got me pregnant and left,leaving me to handle the abortion today.alone.Fuck you,sweetheart.And stop antagonizing me,you’re gonna fucking kill me,you […]
It’s 4pm and I’m sitting here drinking liquid courage. I guess I’m just looking for suicidal people to talk to at this moment, because I like you lot.
I feel like you get it. Thanks.
Even though I’m more of a lurker, I’ve enjoyed the words I’ve had with some of you. You make me feel less crazy.
I feel like I snapped today, and now I should just get it over with. Because everyone thinks I’m mad at them but I’m not. I’m just mad at myself. And I wish I wasn’t out of tequila.
I guess I’m seeking a distraction right now.
I hate being alone..I always sit and wonder if its just me. I don’t like being alone, because sometimes, I’m just afraid of myself. I’m afraid that I’ll hurt myself, or cut. I’m very lucky to have a wonderful boyfriend who understands, and stays with me so I’m not alone, but even then, he needs to go home sometimes, and he needs to see his friends. But every time he leaves, I get mad. I get mad because I don’t want him to leave. I don’t want him to leave me alone with this demon that I have become. When he leaves, and goes out […]
Cutting for me used to be the only way that i could release everything through blood. It was like a tidal wave of emotion–gone.
I cut the other day, after being upset over being called crazy by my ex-friends, i know you think its pathetic, but i get set off easily.
I felt nothing but physical pain. Its been happening lately when i cut.
I could feel my flesh tearing open, and nothing. No relief just a waste of blood.
Are there any other ways to get my emotions out? Release?
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