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i get crazy at the sight of my own blood. once in algebra class, i pulled out a safety pin and started scrapping and stabbing at the big vein in my wrist,,, i heard whispers and looked around me,,,there was blood on the tile floor....my heart beat threatened to deafen me as i stood up and walked out of class. the teacher droned on about parabolas. and i walked briskly down the hallway, leaving a trail of blood.
my innocence was stolen when i was seven. i am dirty. i am vile, and disgusting and impure. i dont want to grow up.
i want a boyfriend who will care for meas much as i do for him. i want everyone of my friends to be happy and all of my enemies to be miserable. i want karma to finally catch up to snobs.
something i was scared to was to start driving. to start high school. to move. to feel left out.
I relly despise myself Sometimes i care to much about what others think I drink and do drugs to slowly kill myself i dont think ill be much in life Sometimes i wish to not wake up or sometimes to walk across a street and get hit i only wish i could find someone special and when i do i fuck it up
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once in algebra class, i pulled out a safety pin and started scrapping and stabbing at the big vein in my wrist,,, i heard whispers and looked around me,,,there was blood on the tile floor....my heart beat threatened to deafen me as i stood up and walked out of class.
the teacher droned on about parabolas. and i walked briskly down the hallway, leaving a trail of blood.
my innocence was stolen when i was seven.
i am dirty.
i am vile, and disgusting and impure.
i dont want to grow up.
they say it only gets worse.
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i want everyone of my friends to be happy and all of my enemies to be miserable.
i want karma to finally catch up to snobs.
something i was scared to was to start driving.
to start high school.
to move.
to feel left out.
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Sometimes i care to much about what others think
I drink and do drugs to slowly kill myself
i dont think ill be much in life
Sometimes i wish to not wake up or sometimes to walk across a street and get hit
i only wish i could find someone special and when i do i fuck it up
Ill never make love to this town again
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