kidkizzet
July 31st, 2010, 08:31 AM
What have I become??
As I was attempting to sleep this morning, that question came to mind. I don't know what's up with me.
I'm saying things that I don't mean.
I'm saying things to people when, in a way, I wish I didn't tell them. I don't want to make anyone feel depressed, or to disturb someone when they're busy or whatever.
There's someone I need to talk to, I need to properly talk to them. I don't want to though. I'm not sure whether it's because I'm not sure of how they may respond, or whether it's because I just want them to get on with their life.
I feel more confused than ever.
I hope like hell that I can go 77 days without cutting. It does kinda seem though, that with the way things currently are, that may be harder than before.
I feel like writing the words 'fuck up' all over my arm.
I feel like such a failure and I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.
I do things I don't want to do, I say things I don't want to say.
The last few days have been harder than any other days of my life and it suprises me that I'm not as suicidal as I have been in the past.
This thread doesn't even have a purpose, but I felt like making it.
Everything feels so fucked up.
I'm fucked up.
I don't know what's happening to me.
I don't feel safe.
I'm more scared than I have ever been before.
I don't think I can go on like this much longer.
The next few weeks will be so hard, I'm not sure if I can cope.
I want an energy drink right now. I had one yesterday and I probably won't be allowed one today. I could do with one though, it would help.
I once promised that I would never kill myself. I'm scared that I might do, even if I don't want to.
I don't want to live like this.
I don't know who I am.
I don't know what I've become.
As I was attempting to sleep this morning, that question came to mind. I don't know what's up with me.
I'm saying things that I don't mean.
I'm saying things to people when, in a way, I wish I didn't tell them. I don't want to make anyone feel depressed, or to disturb someone when they're busy or whatever.
There's someone I need to talk to, I need to properly talk to them. I don't want to though. I'm not sure whether it's because I'm not sure of how they may respond, or whether it's because I just want them to get on with their life.
I feel more confused than ever.
I hope like hell that I can go 77 days without cutting. It does kinda seem though, that with the way things currently are, that may be harder than before.
I feel like writing the words 'fuck up' all over my arm.
I feel like such a failure and I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.
I do things I don't want to do, I say things I don't want to say.
The last few days have been harder than any other days of my life and it suprises me that I'm not as suicidal as I have been in the past.
This thread doesn't even have a purpose, but I felt like making it.
Everything feels so fucked up.
I'm fucked up.
I don't know what's happening to me.
I don't feel safe.
I'm more scared than I have ever been before.
I don't think I can go on like this much longer.
The next few weeks will be so hard, I'm not sure if I can cope.
I want an energy drink right now. I had one yesterday and I probably won't be allowed one today. I could do with one though, it would help.
I once promised that I would never kill myself. I'm scared that I might do, even if I don't want to.
I don't want to live like this.
I don't know who I am.
I don't know what I've become.