1_21Guns
July 17th, 2010, 10:14 PM
Cant really say ive been feeling much of the past two or three weeks. Been pretty much numb to it all. Ive lost almost everything. Probably gonna lose the rest of it. My best friend, gone. Shes changed. Or maybe i just never knew her. But once again, just like years ago the whole fall out is all my fault. When its actually not all mine, its hers too. Its like half of me has gone. I dont even know what to do with myself anymore. I havent been out in like 3 weeks, its like murder. I tried asking if anyone wanted to go out, but nobody seems to want to know. Guess ill have to get used to being alone again. I pushed everyone away, and i know i did. Big mistake. Suddenly its 3:49am and i cant sleep. Too much time to think. Too much time to remember. Too much time to imagine the worst. 4 more days of school, then off for summer. Seeing as me and best friend have fallen out, its more like 4 days of hell. But i guess ill press on through as per usual. I know id never kill myself. Guess thats why i wish i was dead. This time last year i was cutting regularly and when i went to bed id wish i wouldnt wake up in the morning. Well here i am again. Wishing when i fall asleep i wont wake up. Only thing i havent done yet is relapsed.
Dont want to live, dont want to die. Someone make sense of something. Someone make sense of my existance, because im too tired to try anymore. Im just a mess covered by a mask. Tricked everyone for more than long enough. Too long. I wish i had the wall i used to hide behind so well. Or i wish i could remember how to hide behind it. Im slipping. Its nearly summer for crying out loud, people usually feel better now. Yet im falling back into my lowest points. I hate this. I hate what ive become. I hate who i am, and i hqte what ive done. Ill admit i'd forgotten what it felt like to feel this way, the loneliness, the switching between total numbness to a complete breakdown. Bit like the one i had in school on friday really. Strange how much the past can push us over the edge. I wish i could just say bye and disapear without a trace. I bet quite a few people would be glad to see the back of me. How id love to go over those words on my feet, because every word was true. But no. Yet again i cant. Next weekend i have to go out with my family, frankly thats something of a potentially fatal poke closer to the edge. Im not sure if its worse knowing no matter how close you get to the edge, youll never actually fall, just live in fear. But who even cares anymore.
Insomnia sucks, and i cba anymore.
Sorry for the essay if you just sat and read it, its mostly incoherant ramble with no direct point to reply to.
Dont want to live, dont want to die. Someone make sense of something. Someone make sense of my existance, because im too tired to try anymore. Im just a mess covered by a mask. Tricked everyone for more than long enough. Too long. I wish i had the wall i used to hide behind so well. Or i wish i could remember how to hide behind it. Im slipping. Its nearly summer for crying out loud, people usually feel better now. Yet im falling back into my lowest points. I hate this. I hate what ive become. I hate who i am, and i hqte what ive done. Ill admit i'd forgotten what it felt like to feel this way, the loneliness, the switching between total numbness to a complete breakdown. Bit like the one i had in school on friday really. Strange how much the past can push us over the edge. I wish i could just say bye and disapear without a trace. I bet quite a few people would be glad to see the back of me. How id love to go over those words on my feet, because every word was true. But no. Yet again i cant. Next weekend i have to go out with my family, frankly thats something of a potentially fatal poke closer to the edge. Im not sure if its worse knowing no matter how close you get to the edge, youll never actually fall, just live in fear. But who even cares anymore.
Insomnia sucks, and i cba anymore.
Sorry for the essay if you just sat and read it, its mostly incoherant ramble with no direct point to reply to.