1_21Guns
April 18th, 2010, 09:57 AM
it's coming up to summer, a time where people are usually happier because of the sun and all the rest, but not me.
i'm just going lower, starting to wonder what the point in being happy is if all i'm going to do is crash really badly later.
schools just going to kill me, i'm sick of my friends fucking me over. i dont know who to trust. i know who i want to trust, but i dont know if i can trust them.
i keep typing those notes out, telling myself its so i'll never lose them. but maybe losing them would be for the best.
i was thinking last night, and i subconciously drew on my arm, something of a confused person but kinda abstracty.
i just dont want to sink again, but i also don't know how to stop it.
i dont see what i have to live for, even though i know theres a million and one reasons.
cutting doesnt even feel like it will help anymore, feels like a waste of time. but i guess that's a good thing.
i'm continually tired, always getting lost in my own thoughts, having to frequently ask people what they just said because i have no idea.
then i dont even know what i was thinking about, i just forget and it fades away like the rest of my life is slowly doing.
tbh, school itself is going to kill me before long. two GCSE exams next month, and thats only the start. I cant bring myself to revise, my whole life seems to just be done off chances.
i dont know who i am, i dont know where i'm going, i hate myself, i hate everything about me. every situation i'm is is just fucked up, or i find a way to fuck it up.
i feel like ending this with what i keep asking myself, whats the point? but tbh i already know the answer.
i'm just talking to everyone like normal, like everythings okay, but nothings okay.
everythings wrong wrong wrong.
i'm just going lower, starting to wonder what the point in being happy is if all i'm going to do is crash really badly later.
schools just going to kill me, i'm sick of my friends fucking me over. i dont know who to trust. i know who i want to trust, but i dont know if i can trust them.
i keep typing those notes out, telling myself its so i'll never lose them. but maybe losing them would be for the best.
i was thinking last night, and i subconciously drew on my arm, something of a confused person but kinda abstracty.
i just dont want to sink again, but i also don't know how to stop it.
i dont see what i have to live for, even though i know theres a million and one reasons.
cutting doesnt even feel like it will help anymore, feels like a waste of time. but i guess that's a good thing.
i'm continually tired, always getting lost in my own thoughts, having to frequently ask people what they just said because i have no idea.
then i dont even know what i was thinking about, i just forget and it fades away like the rest of my life is slowly doing.
tbh, school itself is going to kill me before long. two GCSE exams next month, and thats only the start. I cant bring myself to revise, my whole life seems to just be done off chances.
i dont know who i am, i dont know where i'm going, i hate myself, i hate everything about me. every situation i'm is is just fucked up, or i find a way to fuck it up.
i feel like ending this with what i keep asking myself, whats the point? but tbh i already know the answer.
i'm just talking to everyone like normal, like everythings okay, but nothings okay.
everythings wrong wrong wrong.