What if the reason no one talks to me because I prevent them from having the chance to hurt me.
What if my miracle pills are not a miracle but rather I just like to pretend they are.
What if I just picked everything up and ran away.
What if the reason I'm still here goes away.

Why am I afraid of any loud noise in the bathroom but I am fine everywhere ( Read more... )

I have never really talked about what happened the night that led me to refuse medication.

I was driving On the highway when a car passed me and I became anger, like I usually do. Instead of screaming at them, I took my car and hit them. I sideswiped the fuck out of the car and laughed until I cried. I pulled over to the side of the road to see ( Read more... )