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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?"
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I'm in a bit of a predicament...to much homework and not enough time...
"i don't care your intentions. I just want you to know my self-hatred never took me where I wanted to go. At the end of the day...I can pick at the pain but I can't cut it away."
they're spreading rumors/gossip about me
I got yelled at/punished for something I didnt do. The person who told on me was the one who did it
first time about to see a counselor yesterday and it was closed. Have to wait till monday
Feeling sad
want to go to the park but I have no one to go with. Feeling lonely and out of place.
I'm such a pariah
Too much stuff, too little time.
I want to SH. This is the biggest urde i ever had. And no one here to comfort me. I think thats good on one level because i become independent, but very bad on the other because if i choose wrong theres no one to correct me.
Well i say: I dont give a sh*t anymore...
Even worser update. I got myself on cocain. Not that im addicted... Just tried it and liked it... Im scared to know whats next.
Started smoking a pack of cigarettes a day.
I drink double the amounts now.
My doctor said i will die by the age of 25 if i continue like this...
I am a bad person. For a lot of reasons.
This thread is depressing. This forum is depressing. The chat has become depressing. Life has become depressing...
I dont remember when was the last time i laughed. Im guessing 4-5 weeks...
I got drunk 7 times in 7 days.
I overdosed a couple of nights ago. I almost went to a hospital... Cocain... Joy killed if you take a few g's than usual...
Anyways, all of you here that are just scrolling down and dont give a shit... I appreciate it, and im not being sarcastic. Im tired of people trying to lecture me. There was only one person that just kept his mouth shut and listened to me and comforted me... AND NOW HES F*CKING DEAD!!!
F*ck you all!
It's a bad day and it's only 1 in the afternoon.
I'm dissociating.
Everything is so chaotic.
Will I even live to see fifteen?
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
Really bad day and WAAAAY too much precalc homework. And thanks to my teacher for tripling the assignment right before AP exams and not teaching us half of it.
"Just open your eyes and see that life is beautiful..." ~Sixx:A.M.
I was up late so I woke up late
I'm nervous for tomorrow
I feel really alone and defeated today
SH urges suck, you know that?
I have no motivation
I can help everyone else but myself.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
I'm gaining some of my weight back and it's making me feel really insecure.
My back hurts.
I feel so numb today; as if I could cut and not even feel that.
I can't let myself cry.
I'm not ready for the move. I don't want to face the unknown for the umpteenth time.
I made someone cry today (unintentional)
I'm done complaining now.
I'm glad you didn't do it, Christabel! Hang in there
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
didn't eat breakfast or lunch, second day in a row
don't feel like eating, not in the mood. But I probably should. I know I should, but I can't. Not now at least.
tomorrow is first counseling session, I'm nervous and scared. Today was introduction thing and uhm, I already cried in front of her while telling her about self harming
I'm not used to opening up to people in real life...meh.
Left for school this morning crying and people were looking at me funny on the train. I usually don't cry in public but I can't help it any longer, it just happens.
I fucking hate food
I was up all night crying
My feet feel like they're detached from my ankles
He's been talking about me again.
I'm trying so hard to recover, but I still feel miserable despite my efforts.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
I don't know if I can do this anymore
I'm exhausted
I feel guilty, as if I'm burdening my mom
I think I'm about to pass out
I feel guilty for eating.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
I'm not happy.
Too much school work to get done the next few days.
I miss my friend the way she used to be.
I need to feel pain, but I promised not to do anything.
"Just open your eyes and see that life is beautiful..." ~Sixx:A.M.
Re: Complaint of the day -
May 10th 2013, 04:29 AM
I cut my finger on accident and took a huge chunk out of it yesterday and we have no fucking bandaids. What the actual fuck?
Also, has everyone just decided that I'm a piece of shit that's not worth listening to? I mean what I say, god damn it.
Re: Complaint of the day -
May 10th 2013, 04:21 PM
Well.
Not gonna see my ex.
Kinda a good thing.
Scars hurt.
Can't find anything to wear Saturday.
My clothes all look horrible on me.
My face is ugly.
My hair looks gross.
I'm just not a pretty girl.
I'm just not.
So dance if it moves you,
and jump in the fire, if it burns you.
I'll throw my arms around you darlin',
and we'll turn to ashes.
Kinda like the way you tell me,
"Baby, please come home. I need you here right now.
I'm crying underwater so you don't hear the sound."
What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you. What's so good about picking up the pieces?