I hate my life and I want to die. I have nothing to live for. Every little thing hurls me into a depression lately. I think the only reason I won't kill myself is I'm afraid of how it will hurt.

i have feelings, and i need to put them somewhere i'll forget about in 6 months.

you know that feeling you get when you're so, so close to getting something you've wanted for a long time and it's ripped away just before you can grab it? that.

hey, look at that.
my livejournal isn't dead.

i'm stupider than i've ever been at this very moment in time.
god, help me.

this is my first post in over a year and i care about as much... about... it as i did during that year. this isn't going to say anything except i'll think of things to say to myself soon.

i'm so content with life right now. i'm someone i would have envied 6 months ago ( Read more... )

It sounds like the British House of Commons bird-version in my tree outside ( Read more... )

I've never felt so comfortable in a resin lawn chair in all my life. Thanks, SR.

all the days & nights run together like bad sentence grammar. i can't tell the difference between yesterday, two weeks ago, and five minutes from now. feelings don't mean a thing, nothing makes a difference. "unimportant" is my new favorite word.