1_21Guns
October 30th, 2009, 07:43 PM
my mind just wondered off, as it does, which i'm used to, but when the thought of me sat in a dark room, crying blood and then saying 'hand me a gun and a bottle of vodka, shut the door, and don't hold your breath till I come out, because the only way i'm going back out of that door, is foot first.' creaped into my mind, I got worried. I'm not even sure whats been up with me lately. Theres no real reason for my depression to suddenly take an epic turn like it appears to. Maybe its because its creaping towards the month i decided to change my life for the 'better' by choosing my parents splitting is coming. Maybe its just because my birthdays coming, and I really want to have a sleepover, but I can't help but doubt the idea, not because I wouldn't be allowed, but because i've spent every birthday I haven't had a sleepover crying, and with how I am at the moment, I don't think its a good idea =/ knowing that actually really hurts. maybe its just everything, my weakness, my overwhelming desire to cut. just everything. now i just want it all to end. the way i dont appear to have a will to live again, which makes me say things i dont mean about my life. i'm scared, living in fear of myself again :| i spent the whole day with my best friend, who might read this, and apart from this morning before she came when i had to go for a walk before i did something stupid, i've been playing the old 'i'm happy' game again. i cant do this anymore =/ its too tireing, too much to take. i dont want to live in fear again, i'd rather not live at all than go through that again.