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i sit alone in my room and think about all the lies i've told in the past, all the hate that comes from within me, all the people who are so blind in loving me so much, all the tears i've cried for people who never cared enough to call, all the hurt and scars i've recieved from people i loved the most, and i sit here and think about all of these things and wonder if death is a much better place than this.
sometimes i just want to scream and scream at the top of my lungs until my voicebox caves in and it still wouldn't convey the depths and holes and emotions that are inside.
i don't want this hole to grow bigger and bigger, i want to accomplish something - i don't want to be a failure endlessly living for the unachievable dream.
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i sit alone in my room and think about all the lies i've told in the past, all the hate that comes from within me, all the people who are so blind in loving me so much, all the tears i've cried for people who never cared enough to call, all the hurt and scars i've recieved from people i loved the most, and i sit here and think about all of these things and wonder if death is a much better place than this.
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