The worst part about wanting to kill myself is that I know I'm not going to do it. It's not that I think I'm worthless or my life is not worth living or any of that -- it's that I cannot stand the pain that I feel every single day. There is no magic button or pill to make this disappear. I cannot endure living like this, but I know I'm going to ( Read more... )

I don't want to live because I don't feel like myself anymore. I don't know who this person is, but I don't like her. In fact, I hate her. She's a miserable, contrary stranger. She doesn't think anything is fun. The only thing she wants to do is lie in bed and torture me. When I'm not in bed, all she does is suck out all of my energy until I'm good ( Read more... )

As I cried in my front seat gripping the steering wheel, examining its tiny, spongey pores, worn from years of turning, digging my nails in and concentrating on its texture, I swore the same oath to myself and to the Unknown that I had sworn many times before. Whether curled up in a ball on my bed, or gripping my shins with my head between my legs ( Read more... )

Jimmy Joms: yooooooooooo
becaroo x hey~
Jimmy Joms how you doin?
becaroo x GREAT!
Jimmy Joms ALRIGHT!
becaroo x YEAH!!!
Jimmy Joms YES!!!!!!!!
Jimmy Joms Man, my computer is in the same room as the TV right now
becaroo x isn't that such a luxury>?
Jimmy Joms and I feel like a jackass because I keep doing things like shaking my arms or pretending to yell, ( Read more... )

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