CatchingOrigami
November 30th, 2010, 08:50 PM
We're all mad here.
I think I'm falling apart again.
The self harm has started again, and getting more frequent. Not just cutting, but beating, punching walls, anything.
I feel myself isolating my thoughts from everyone, fake, everything is becoming fake.
I'm growing apart from friends, from family.
More people have died.
More people will die. 2-3 months. 6-8 months. I told it to stop, it didnt.
Im rapidly losing weight.
I hate everything.
Everything confuses me. I want nothing. I dont understand.
My mind is talking to itself. Sometimes I hear random noises. Mostly of animals.
Im sleeping less and less.
I dont even care about dying. I dont care about living. I'm losing the willpower to do anything but draw, and even then the lines and colours are alien to me.
I get these fits. Not like the old fits, these are new.
I feel pure paranoia. Raw fear. Nothing makes it go away. No amount of bleeding. No amount of crying. Nothing helps.
I dont want the fear.
I dont want this empty cold apathy. I actually dont care, but I know its not right. All I feel now is fear. I know i dont like that.
The sugar pot just walked across the table and fell on the floor and there are mice everywhere.
I need sleep. I need food. I need to function properly again. I hope this is legible. when I look away from the screen, the words talk to eachother without speaking. I hate this. I dont. Im scared.
I think I'm falling apart again.
The self harm has started again, and getting more frequent. Not just cutting, but beating, punching walls, anything.
I feel myself isolating my thoughts from everyone, fake, everything is becoming fake.
I'm growing apart from friends, from family.
More people have died.
More people will die. 2-3 months. 6-8 months. I told it to stop, it didnt.
Im rapidly losing weight.
I hate everything.
Everything confuses me. I want nothing. I dont understand.
My mind is talking to itself. Sometimes I hear random noises. Mostly of animals.
Im sleeping less and less.
I dont even care about dying. I dont care about living. I'm losing the willpower to do anything but draw, and even then the lines and colours are alien to me.
I get these fits. Not like the old fits, these are new.
I feel pure paranoia. Raw fear. Nothing makes it go away. No amount of bleeding. No amount of crying. Nothing helps.
I dont want the fear.
I dont want this empty cold apathy. I actually dont care, but I know its not right. All I feel now is fear. I know i dont like that.
The sugar pot just walked across the table and fell on the floor and there are mice everywhere.
I need sleep. I need food. I need to function properly again. I hope this is legible. when I look away from the screen, the words talk to eachother without speaking. I hate this. I dont. Im scared.