Sorry...this will have to be short. This whole day is behind schedul, and I have work soon.
Im hurting. Im crying. I havent been cutting much, hardly at all, thank goodness...I still want nothing more than to keep my promise to you about never cutting again, so I'm trying, with all that is in me.

I cant begin to put into words the confusion, or hurt ( Read more... )

I wanted to let you know, that if I could....I would take everything back.

Every little decision. Every solemn word...

Yet I cant help but feel it's too late...I know too much.

This has all been a huge mistake.

And nothing hurts more.

Nothing.

Simple words we never knew ( Read more... )

"Wash Away Those Years"

She came calling
One early morning
She showed her crown of thorns
She whispered softly
To tell a story
About how she had been wronged
As she lay lifeless
He stole her innocence
And this is how she carried on
This is how she carried on

Well I guess she closed her eyes
And just imagined everything's alright
But she could not ( Read more... )

I wish I could write something so profound that it could capture every thought I have been consumed with these past few days.

I have an overwhelming, inner feeling or sadness. Yet nothing is...wrong. Nothing has changed.  I guess I'm dreading the change that will come...dreading it more than I thought.

What an unusual weekend. Cant say I slept much....it's alot harder to get up in time for church when you didnt expect to stay the night elsewhere...

oops.

and I'm not done talking to you, I just think maybe you took my needing your support at the doctor as a sign of me wanting to get back together, and I have to re-think everything I say/do now, I ( Read more... )

I'm not going out tonight.

I cant stop crying.

I dont feel like answering questions.

Why do you have such stupid power over my emotions -- still.

I dont think tomorrow will be a good day.

Do not come to the doctor with me...I can do it...

Dont kill your live too much...bye.

I dont think I've ever meant it more in my life, than when I say, right now...

I am barely holding on.

I havent stopped crying.

My homework has remained undone.

I'm lucky I chose not to bring my razors to campus...

Im lucky my roommates are too concerned to leave me unaided with anything I could become crafty with.

Im not ok right now, not in any way, shape, or form.

There are so many reasons I cannot, and most likely, will not come back. Because of this realization, I feel more depressed, more alone, more heartbroken, than ever before ( Read more... )