There is something wrong with me. I'm lashing out at everyone. I'm crying all the time. All I ever want to do is sleep. Everything makes me mad. I'm always thinking how I wish I could die. I'm pulling at my hair, making depressing status updates. I'm pissing off everyone I'm friends with. All I want is someone to tell me it's going to be okay. I ( Read more... )

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 Some people are just full of shit. I'm not talking about anyone in particular here, just speaking generally. These people that plaster "I hate drama and fake people" all over their profiles are just begging to be kicked in the teeth. Nine times out of ten, if you claim to "hate drama" and "fake people", then you're included in the categories of ( Read more... )

really felt it was necessary to write. No not really, I was just in the mood. My hands are freezing. I don't really know what I'm doing, or why I'm doing it. I think about the decisions I'm making, and I know the difference between right and wrong, but that didn't stop me from getting back into this. I alternate from hurt to okay, back to hurt, ( Read more... )

 "Here ya go honey buy yaself somethin nice ( Read more... )

 I can't sleep. I'm lying in my bed, and I'm so cold because my comforter is still in the basement, and I turned the fan on. I can't sleep without the fan. My lips are chapped. I keep biting the inside of my cheek. My head hurts. It's almost six. I didn't finish my english. I'm falling behind already. I am so stressed out. I don't know how long I'm ( Read more... )

 I am sick, both mentally and physically. My hands are shaking uncontrollably, I can hardly type. I'm covered in goose bumps because I feel uncomfortably cold, and I woke up in a sweat. My throat throbs. My head feels tremendously heavy, as if it were going to explode any minute from the building pressure of my cynical thoughts. I've bitten a hole ( Read more... )

 I can not adequately explain how much I love the masterpiece that is Donnie Darko. Every time I see it, I get so emotional. Not in a bad way. I listen to the soundtrack almost everyday. It sounds stupid out of context, but it "makes me realize how beautiful the world can be". The music alone puts me in this calm state. I've fallen asleep to it ( Read more... )

Not good enough.

I am sorry

I am hurting

I am used to it

I am a mess

I am living

I am crying

I am sleeping

I am laughing

I am quiet

I am loud

I am pretty

I am ugly

I am indifferent

I am independent

I am dependant

I am scared

I am tired

I am hurting

I am used to it

I am sorry

I am not good enough.

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I've been thinking quite a bit about my future, particularly college and the field I would like to pursue in. I'm fairly certain I'd like to attend CU Medical School, and do something in the Psychiatry department, but I'm not sure. I just feel like next year I have to start worrying about my test scores for colleges, and I should really start ( Read more... )