I really hate myself sometimes. I hate myself for my past and for the things i have done and said, for things that are useless to hate myself for, but that i feel the need to cut my wrists open for them anyway. The things i have done are done and gone now, i cant change them, i cant retract them or make people forget that they happened, but more ( Read more... )

Ahh another Sunday. The laziest and most boring day of the week. As night has fallen on the city, sadness falls upon me. My peace starts to rattle, and no longer am i of a completely sound mind. This is the reason i hate sundays. No matter what is going on in my life, Sunday is the day i become depressed and cry for no reason. Its a terribly ( Read more... )

Have you ever met someone that makes you take a good long look at yourself and wonder who you really are? Its an amazing thing that a single person has made me do just that. He has made me question who i am and what i am doing with my short time on this earth. In the short while i have known him i have found out more about myself then i ever did ( Read more... )