I have grown immensely so that this journal is no longer relevant. I doubt anyone still reads these posts, but in the chance that you do, I am so much better! It is possible to live and laugh in a happier world. I never would have believed that it is possible while I was drowning, asphyxiation was seconds away, but I saved myself. I still have my ( Read more... )

All of my senses trick me. I read words that arn't there, always mishear, and generally just look like a fuck up. The weekend sucked ass when it should of rocked. I had so many awesome things to do, but I hated all of them. Too many people and they all fucking annoy me! I just don't get it none of this makes sense to me. I don't ever want to do ( Read more... )

Well, I was going to continue writing in my journal, but I decided that it took more energy than I currently have. Pencil to paper is more honest. I had many thoughts while driving, but they seem to not be here now. I suppose I desire attention. Sometimes I think that acting out will get me the attention I want. I feel like a lunatic. There's ( Read more... )

It's too painful for me to read these quotes right now...but I do know that when I first got depressed it was incredibly comforting to hear other's people who would describe their deep pain and really helped me understand my own ( Read more... )

I officially am hurt by my friends...i don't want to hear about ur fuckin parties i wasn't invited to...

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Things are getting better...but I don't know if I want them to.

I just want to be with you. I see you all the time, but I can't decide if you're really there. Please give me a sign so I can conclude your love.Everyday I walk out that door and you don't say goodbye. I bled for you and cried for, what else do I need to do? I hate you, but I need you and love you. You shatter me and pick my pieces up yelling why ( Read more... )

Just by the way, my user info is messed up...

"This is when I feel dead: when I lie in the dark (or sit or stand anytime, anywhere) and can feel how insignificant taking the next breath is...It doesn't hurt not to, there's no panic, only a mild, detached observation that this might be what it feels like to die."
-Anonymous

I'm cold, even the kindest thought cannot warm me.