the last time someone text me
the last time my mom actually hugged me
the last time i looked in the mirror and was content with what i saw
the last time i went to sleep without ringing in my ears
the last time i did something and not cared what happened
the last time i was myself
the last time i did something monumental.......
i miss people..
i miss hugs..
i miss you..
i miss the fact that i knew i wanted to fuck you so bad but now i know i never have a chance....
now i know that it never meant that much to you...
the one guy i really really want..
the one i neeed..
the one i actually let myself falll for, with all my heart..
with everything..
it was so right..
i miss it all.
fuck...
i hate this..
the other night. i was manic.. so fucking crazy..
screaming.. crying.. shaking...
no control at all...
mother fucking dearest just shouted.... screamed.. tried to analyse me...
i just needed a hug.. someone to hold me.. calm me down..
she wouldnt even let me ring luke..
the one guy whos pulled me down so manytimes but who can always help when i need it..
mum just goes on about 'this isnt how your psycologist told you to cope....
FUCK..
she doenst know me at all...
didn't she know at school
i was like this everyday...
noone knew what to do...
all i need is to be held..
someone to calm me down.....
god i miss him...
i want him back..
its never going to happen though......................................
we broke up.....
im sad...
i still like him....
but its strange....
im peacful., i can actually cope, how unusual....
i miss him.... sooo much...
he was special....
pity it didnt last...
ce la vie...
all that shit...
i still want him.... more than helll ever know......
If you had told me a year ago what I was like now I would be so surprised at how much I haven’t changed.
Im still in this depression cycle, but without the cutting(tho I want to sooo much but ….)
My friends really shouldn’t be my friends
And I still hate my self so much even I get surprised sometimes
It seems the only differences are theres better music and an awesome bf.
I duno how many times iv said oh, this ones great, hes oh so wonderful…
But
Theres summat special about Declan, I dunno…
Maybe soemting to do with the fact about when he found out all my baggage hes just like oh well I don’t give a shit, I just wanna b with u and make u happy
Ahhh
Welll
I dunno this craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy life hey????
Peace
x
wow i cant believe iv actuially lived this long without being on here:
just saying im in malaysia (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
n
ive kept my promise
im so proud
its beautiful here
raining atm
love you all
i am going 2 be better,
no more cutting
no more depression
i catnt live with it anymore
this time i mean it
the last time i cut was a coupla weeks ago, in front of everyone while my boyfriend was holding me. i cant do that to him again
n now im seeeing sum dumb fuck shrink but i dont need her
im getting there on my own
i will be better
remembered for smiles and energy that i used to have
not the tears n cuts that iv become.
where do i start?????
its so hard to begin even thinking about it
and indeed
what the fuck is it???
and how can i escape from it?
latley its all too hard, everything, even breathing
at the tiniest most nonexistent thing i fall apart
and the worst bit, it feels like im actually coming apart and no one can help
i found out today that another one of my friends has started cutting, it killed me finding out, that makes me a hypocrite suppose but i need it
ans this guy(ex-stalker) has finally screwed me into the ground one more time adn i can't just forgive and forget anymore, im so damaged. he doesnt understand, only looking out for him. im a trauma, he can't be fucked anymore( his exact words too) him saying that ripped me open and my heart is still shattered, bleeding on the floor. he says lets talk about it but i cant hel only twist it his way and how do u explain you loved him so much and put up with him hurting you, that he could just look at you and youd forgive it all. but not anymore, im just too broken and in need of finding the glue that might slowly stick me back together,
i cant see it happening, im drifting through a haze of black and i cant see the light on the other side, is there even a light???? will i ever find it?
and now i dont hate him anymore, im drawn to him again but the only thing is now im scarred, hes the reason for my scars, the reason ill cut. but i cant forgive, not yet but mind you i no i will and hell forget and this fucking cycle will never end and i keep on falling
falling into the darkness
never to see the light of day again
i lie here
your keeping me awake
the pounding in my head
just won't go away
its not so much tha im depresssed all the time, its just i never feel happy
its the boring, black and white monotony of life tha gets me down
not being able to feel just fine,
always on the borderline,
about to tip into the abyss forever
to spend all my time trying to scrabble out
Help! i need somebody
but all i ever get is the dial tone
I have no idea whats happened,
It was all going so well,
I was happy
Almost in love
And not failing at school
It was so good,
having the time of my life
not working at school,
flirting, going out
until mum came home,
apparently she is angry about kieran, and he texted me last night, saying something about how he was sorry if he was weird, and that he loved me anyway,
it all went downhill from there
we were going to watch some ma movie at school, so I had to get a note and she was all angry and saying stuff about how why can’t we watch pg and that people want us to grow up too fast.
I find it hilarious because she knows nothing about her daughter,
That she gets depressed all the time
That she hates herself
That she flirts so she can just be held
That she cant control her emotions so she breaksdown and cuts herself……….
She is such a fucking hypocrite,
Shes only 38 and she acts like shes 50
She never goes out, has gotten fat and is a grumpy cunt all the time
You know the other day we went to a concert at fowlers and it was the first time shes been to a club, I mean
what the fuck???
And I thought I was sheltered??
She says I don’t need to know about drugs or sex or booze,
Why not?? I know about it already
I need to forget
I have to forget
I must forget
I will forget
I cant cope with this anymore
I need to feel the pain, the blood
I need to cry, to let it out
But it never happens,
Its all bottled up and
One day it will explode and I I will die from it
I cant wait till I can drive
I will go into a tree on my 16th birthday,
Shut my eyes
Pray to die
And drive
Hopefully it works…..
My friends have no idea, they think im happy
The ones who know that im not don’t really care
They just want a screw,
Its shit
My life
Im privileged in the normal ways
A home a school a car food on the table
But it seems people always forget about the emotions…
People feel,
Even if I come across as an ‘ice queen’ (thanks stalker)
I feel,
Feel to much
Feel it too the core,
I cant help it if im so passionate
If I cant portray my emotions
I think I should get help,
HOW???
Without people finding out??
It wont work
Ill just keep on cutting and one day itll be too deep and in the wrong place,
Screw the consequences,
Whats the point anyway???
I hate myself so much,
My stupid whinyness and depression,
How I care so much about what people think
The fact I fall in love so easily
My weight, that ive put do much on
My mind that’s so fucked
My boring life
It’s a sickness I swear,
I feel sick to the stomach
Im made of lead
A fake stupid weight
Living a stupid pointless life
I just want to get smashed, to forget forever
To not have to wake up and see myself
To live my life
To be me
Couldn’t I be someone else????
I wish but that’s not going to happen
Ha
I hate this stupid fucking life,
my stupid fucking self,
stupid fucking everything
I wish I was dead
There is no energy,
No point
This shit life should be over
I will be dead…
It would be so easy
A bit of random shit and a deeper slice
I will do it I swear…………………………………