1_21Guns
January 25th, 2010, 07:47 PM
Hm. I haven't really been on here properly in some time.
Probably because theres far too much on my mind, which is sending me crazy.
I haven't got a fucking clue who I am anymore.
Every single day has been a living hell.
I've wanted to cut atleast once a day.
I've made enough mistakes these past few days to last me a year.
I've been stabbed in the back about 3 times in 3 days.
My moods changing so rapidly it hurts, one minute i'm okay, the next i'm low, the next i'm depressed, the next i'm hyper, then BAM. i'm suicidal.
I can't take much more of this. Theres so much more I wish I could say on here, but I can't.
And all the stuff I can't say is the stuff thats killing me.
Dieing doesn't seem that bad right now, I don't fear it.
Everythings wrong. Nothings normal or right in my life. Nothing ever goes quite the steryotypical way, or the way you'd expect.
Its always wrong.
I know I don't pretend to be someone i'm not. But I haven't a clue who I even am. My heads so crammed full of versions of me that i've created over the years to hide things, cover up things, tell lies, play tricks on people, help someone, ignore my own feelings.
I feel like my heads going to explode and I need to relieve the pressure.
Cutting doesn't seem that much of a bad idea either. But I can't do that either. Somethings stopping me that I can't let go of. I don't want to let go. I'd rather lose the blade then the reason.
I say this, but then in 5 minutes I'll feel like doing it again. I know it. I can't stand 5 more minutes of this week. Of this day. I just want it to stop. I just need a break. I need to go. I need to run. I need to die.
Theres no point me being here, its aimless. I'm just a walking disaster, a problem till the day I die. Nothings simple with me, its always awkward or difficult, complicated or messed up.
I don't even know what the point in all this was. Sorry for wasting the time you spend reading this probably very confusing post.
Probably because theres far too much on my mind, which is sending me crazy.
I haven't got a fucking clue who I am anymore.
Every single day has been a living hell.
I've wanted to cut atleast once a day.
I've made enough mistakes these past few days to last me a year.
I've been stabbed in the back about 3 times in 3 days.
My moods changing so rapidly it hurts, one minute i'm okay, the next i'm low, the next i'm depressed, the next i'm hyper, then BAM. i'm suicidal.
I can't take much more of this. Theres so much more I wish I could say on here, but I can't.
And all the stuff I can't say is the stuff thats killing me.
Dieing doesn't seem that bad right now, I don't fear it.
Everythings wrong. Nothings normal or right in my life. Nothing ever goes quite the steryotypical way, or the way you'd expect.
Its always wrong.
I know I don't pretend to be someone i'm not. But I haven't a clue who I even am. My heads so crammed full of versions of me that i've created over the years to hide things, cover up things, tell lies, play tricks on people, help someone, ignore my own feelings.
I feel like my heads going to explode and I need to relieve the pressure.
Cutting doesn't seem that much of a bad idea either. But I can't do that either. Somethings stopping me that I can't let go of. I don't want to let go. I'd rather lose the blade then the reason.
I say this, but then in 5 minutes I'll feel like doing it again. I know it. I can't stand 5 more minutes of this week. Of this day. I just want it to stop. I just need a break. I need to go. I need to run. I need to die.
Theres no point me being here, its aimless. I'm just a walking disaster, a problem till the day I die. Nothings simple with me, its always awkward or difficult, complicated or messed up.
I don't even know what the point in all this was. Sorry for wasting the time you spend reading this probably very confusing post.