Magenta
March 18th, 2011, 09:28 PM
Today I felt hope... but it won't last.
Everyday is one day closer to the nightmares. Daydreams I lose myself in. One day they will become reality. Some days, I lie in bed imagining myself being beaten. Or I am a murder victim. Most of the time, I'm being raped. Something is wrong with me: I hate dating, I broke up with my boyfriend because I can't even kiss him but I wouldn't mind being raped.
Everyday is a step closer to death. That's just how life is. I want so badly to run away. I need to get away from these thoughts.
My writing. I'm scared of it. It used to be a sanctuary for me but now I'll never share it. All the things I've written, god, they are so awful. Even this post scares me. How can I admit these things to people? How can I even be thinking this way in the first place?
I should be happy. I really should. Things are starting to go well for once but still I'm in my own dark mind that won't leave me alone. Just now, the thought of suicide came up. I pushed it away- I told myself I'd never think like that again.
But what if I do? What if I go back to that place again where everything was at its worst? I am so scared. I came back from the hospital on the right medication and thought 'That's it, now I'm happy' but I always end up by myself, thinking this way.
I don't want any stupid replies telling me I won't end up back there and I'll get better. I don't think I can. I know, that's prolly why I won't get better. Don't rub it in please. I don't want pity or hugs or someone telling me the meds can't fix everything. Just... I don't know.
Everyday is one day closer to the nightmares. Daydreams I lose myself in. One day they will become reality. Some days, I lie in bed imagining myself being beaten. Or I am a murder victim. Most of the time, I'm being raped. Something is wrong with me: I hate dating, I broke up with my boyfriend because I can't even kiss him but I wouldn't mind being raped.
Everyday is a step closer to death. That's just how life is. I want so badly to run away. I need to get away from these thoughts.
My writing. I'm scared of it. It used to be a sanctuary for me but now I'll never share it. All the things I've written, god, they are so awful. Even this post scares me. How can I admit these things to people? How can I even be thinking this way in the first place?
I should be happy. I really should. Things are starting to go well for once but still I'm in my own dark mind that won't leave me alone. Just now, the thought of suicide came up. I pushed it away- I told myself I'd never think like that again.
But what if I do? What if I go back to that place again where everything was at its worst? I am so scared. I came back from the hospital on the right medication and thought 'That's it, now I'm happy' but I always end up by myself, thinking this way.
I don't want any stupid replies telling me I won't end up back there and I'll get better. I don't think I can. I know, that's prolly why I won't get better. Don't rub it in please. I don't want pity or hugs or someone telling me the meds can't fix everything. Just... I don't know.