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Writer's Block: Talk to the animals
What would you do if your pet dog or cat suddenly started to talk to you, but nobody else could hear it? Would you assume you'd gone mad or simply be happy for the company? Would you try to convince your friends and family or would you be satisfied keeping it to yourself ( Read more... ) -
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I'm so fed up of living here. It's driving me crazy. I'm 22 years old, turning 23. I am way to old to be living with my parents. I know I go to school, but I'm still too old. I just can't take it anymore. I hate coming to this house everyday. I hate being here. I hate seeing my parents every day. I hate the same conversations over and over again. I ( Read more... ) -
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I haven't updated in here in literally years. My life has actually changed a lot within those years and for that I feel proud of myself. I spent a lot of time feeling sorry for myself and I had a lot of reason to feel sorry of myself. For once in my life I'm finally starting to feel as though I'm becoming more equal to my peers. Although my peers ( Read more... ) -
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I just had a breakdown. I hit my head on part of the wood handles for the stairs. The corner part, where it's a big circle ball thing. Twice. I was hoping it would crack my head open. Obviously, it didn't. By the time I got into the living room, I started crying. Then I yelled out, "no one listens to me!" followed by, "no one gives a shit about me ( Read more... ) -
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Okay, my mom got the pill thing all settled out. The pills are fucked up, causing all these weird side effects. Blah. My mom told me to stick them out. -
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I didn't get to see the boy today. BOO! :( I miss him ( Read more... ) -
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Seeing a psychiatrist tomorrow? :(
Waking up early tomorrow? :(
Seeing the boy I love tomorrow? =D
Is tomorrow good or bad, I'll decide tomorrow. Actually, technically, today. -
I hate me. I hate me.
Why am I like this?
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I truely, honestly, hate myself. I hate every single fabric of my being. The way I speak, write and communate in general; hate them. My phobias and paranoia; hate. My body. My face, my legs, my arms, my chest, my stomache, my ass; hate it more than anything else. Not to mention I hate everything going on around me. Killmeplease. -
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I over-react too much.