My life:
Laying here in bed; curled up in a ball under the covers, crying over my messed up head. I know that nobody will understand me and the way I feel. Crying doesn't help, neither does screaming into a pillow. I need love; but it can't seem to find its way to me. Why?
Because my head is to messed up.
I have way to many emotions that won't leave me alone. I feel like I'm going mentally insane. I don't know what to do anymore. Crying just dries me out. Nothing works. I feel like my depression is finally overcoming me and is forever going to stay with me no matter what happens. I need lust. Somebody to fuck me to sleep. I need someone who can take me to another world.I need to escape reality. I want go for a car ride and feel the breeze against my face. I want to scream at the top of my lungs and loose my voice. I want to be cuddled and someone to tell me, "Everything will be okay. It will be okay because I love you."
Why do I have to go through this? Haven't I've goon through enough!?
I'd rather just dies here in my bed, listening to Spotify.
What do you think?
So......I've been going through a rough time right now....I don't know what to do anymore. I just want to stay and bed and cry and scream. I want to kiss someone and hug them and let them tell me to not cry. I'm just a freak.
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Humorh e l l o! so this is basically my journal? I dunno but this is just for fun because I'm bored. It's basically what happens in my life
