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Why Me? Here is a safe space to let it all out, where you can rant about all the bad things life throws your way. Sometimes it just helps to ask "why me?"
If I could quit my job and still have everything I want I would. I can't. I might be able to get a new job but it'll have to be after I get my BA. That could mean another two years of this shit
Laying in bed unable to sleep because something doesn't feel right. I feel like something bad is happening. Feel like I'm disconnected and dissociated. I dont like this.
my god is a cruel one.....
we had less than 30 days. less than 30 days before I could finally see you and this happens. I'm trying not to show you how upset I am but I've already cried twice. I really do love you, you know.
I took a xanax for the first time in a few months because my anxiety is so damn high. If I still feel anxious at 3 I am going to take another one. I need to be able to get through this weekend in one piece.
I need to talk to my doctor about a higher dose of xanax or a different medication that works similarly.
I can feel myself slipping again and nobody cares about me as much as I care about them so honestly what's the point. I'm alone and I have nothing in common with anybody and I'm pathetic.
I wish I could quit. I know part of the stress is my fear of failing this class. I've worked so damn hard in the class. I just don't think all of its school. Hoping the news I heard about for my town will lead to job openings in the upcoming months or year.
If I tell my D that I'm thinking about cutting he will just text my dad and tell him to check on me.
If my dad finds out he will either get mad and say something sarcastic like 'Quit working if it's that bad' or he will get worried and tell me if things are that bad maybe I need to go back on ssi and I can't do that and get married.
I'm trapped and the only way I can think of to cope is to cut myself to Ribbons. Even if I had to go to the er they might not hold me for three days and if they did I might get out by Monday and no one would know.
I'm just feeling like I'm trapped and nothing matters.
it would have been easier if he had just hit me instead. bruises fade, but the memory of his hands all over me won't stop playing over and over and over again. I just want it to S T O P.
I came home late because I didn't want you to see me carrying a bottle of wine into the house on a school night. Or the new scale I bought. or the laxatives. I don't want you to know that the money you're spending on therapy is going down the drain because I'm too fucked up to heal. sorry mom.
Weird how hearing that someone you knew once has died. She was only 2 years older than me, and it's not even like we were friends, or she'd even know me in the street now. Just puts perspective on so many things.
Yay I get to end the day with a conference. I'm probably going to get told I'm not managing my time well enough even though I'm doing exactly what I'm told to do.
Well the conference was cancelled but my head is killing me and I kind of want to go home early.