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[justincrywolf]

My memories make me want to die.

I've made such a fool of myself playing at maturity. I really don't deserve anything I have or anyone I've known. For once in my journal I won't say that I hate the world, because I don't. I hate my fucking self.

Comments

what?!

[ifightzrealwell]

what's going on with you??? we have to talk...

[seraficradiance]

well we seem to think we deserve you, and we arent doing something negative to ourselves in liking you, so tell those memories to be nicer

[seraficradiance]

ok youre right, love isnt te answer. but neither is that stuff that you mentioned, cuz that wont do. being unaware of things just makes it easier for things to hurt you.

without conflict there'd be no change and all things would remain stale. you'd never know how hawt the *SNAP* ::mines appear: was if everything was at a dulled state of inbetween. OK thats all ill say

and about that dog....you can get one and name it Mokona, but no funny stuff

"i aint fighting no bitch ova a man, ima kill her ass."

and this is the scary thing i saw

[dustkitty]

*pouncehugs*

That's humanity for you. Read Kushiel's Chosen (again, probably?); there's a section dealing with guilt and forgiveness/living with it. I've been rereading the trilogy just for the hell of it, and it really helped me. I'd been having to take benadryl or nyquil in order to sleep, 'cause otherwise I'd lay awake dwelling on bad memories/guilt/etc. and hating myself. So...yeah. You're not alone in hating yourself, and you're probably not as bad as you think, and other people still love you, even if you don't. I love you. *hugs again and shuts up*

[exiledprincess]

*hugs*