Good or bad, life is life!
Chance of work rare.
Chance of volunteering fading.
Luckily bipolar helps.
Eye candy distracts.
And then a kid makes me laugh.
In the lonely paths of my memories,
I could hear your songs,
Beneath my screaming loneliness,
I found my bleeding tears on your faded picture ...
I hate myself, the things i do, the things i think, the things i say, and every last one of my mannerisms.If there were an exact replica of me, and I met him I would probably hate...
I just give up..... I'm sick of it and can't handle it anymore
Life gives me a tough time, so i give life a tough time back. But, sometimes, i still feel like a weak and scared child. Ah well, no pain, no gain, right?
once upon a time i talked to a guy.
twas only for sxual purposes.
then i started getting feelings.
but he seemed pretty cold and distant.
so i just stepped...
I have had major depression since my childhood, and now it is even worse. I am trying to be optimistic, but it is very hard. My antidepressant pills are not working as well as...
Not hiding too well today!!! Have you ever had depression so bad it makes you physically sick? I feel like a ton of pressure is weighing me down. I really just need to get through...
i realized that it is **all** my fault
I am borderline numb at this point
Two days ago, I told my best friend I had something to tell her and that I couldn't do it over social media.
She kept guessing so much that I had to tell her to stop.
Sometimes it effects me more than other times. Like lately I just don't feel like doing anything but sit here and listen to music, write, and read. I stopped going to practice and...
the best thing when get lost, is that before you get lost was someone, something, but when you open your eyes to find your self lost in family lost in society, don't know where to...
I'm crying so much right now I'm . so . tired of all of this.
my parents are such hypocrites.
"I want you to be sure this college course is what you really want to do, it's you...
If I could kill myself and know that no one would care I would already be dead.
As we stand here portraying our preposterous tales of derision, conviction consumes the soul, devouring and regurgitating the insatiable desires of not only acceptance but also...