| Current mood: |  depressed |
| Current music: | Matchbook Romance // Save Yourself |
yes...i think what just happened would be classified as an emotional breakdown... i dont know why i feel like this... i cant do it. i need to get away... for a day. a month. a year. the rest of my life... i want to start over... please. im hurting soooooo bad inside... i swear today its been coming all day... the tears kept building up... but it just came out... and its still coming out and i cant fucking handle it i cant handle anyhting i cant handle my family i cant handle my friends i cant handle the fact that im not in love anymore... i cant handle life.... i just cant... i dont know how i will get up from this chair, and i know when i do i will walk up to my bed... and i will lay there for a few hours... crying, trying to figure shit out, and it wont work, and ill end up being mentally exhausted, and i will pass out... and i wont get out of bed tomorrow... ill wake up at around noon, as usual... and i will lay there until i have to get up to goto work, as usual... and i will come home, and i will sit here for a few hours on this stupid piece of shit machine... and i will then walk up to my room, realize im at home, alone on new years... and i will fall asleep alone... and i will sleep until noon, i will wake up, lay there until i have to goto band practice and repeat over and fucking over and fucking over, and this will probably happen for the rest of my life....
i dont fucking get it
i dont care to anymore
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(Anonymous)
2003-12-31 21:09
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Dude, please, just please try and get outta this type of mentality man. I know its hard but you've gotta try. I don't know what happened and shit but you can't be like this. I was exactly like that. Coming to think about it, I still am. Okay, forget all the shit I said before. How you're feeling will go away eventually. I don't know why you're feeling so negative. It all went downhill for me when my mom got me a counsillor (thats spelt wrong) He was a twat. In England, parents dont speak to the child. They ignore it until things spin outta control. So my mom got me a counsillor and he did fuck all (excuse the bad language). And then I just wanted to get away from it so I started drinking again and doing drugs and shit. Then when I started college I started to cut myself again. I'm totally fucked up but the ironic thing is that people look at me and think that I'm sorted, that I know what I'm doing. I don't. I'm a total fuck up. Do you realise that you have the power to change things? Like the whole deal with you right now, well you can change it. You just need to know how. Okay, I know I may be talking a loada shit but I can't explain it properly. Anyways, trust me, you will feel better. Everything will be better soon. I promise you man, it will. Hope to you, Heather (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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