I have always been a mess of sorts. There is always the point where I give up, give up on my happiness, my relationships,school, and my life generally. I wouldn't tell anyone that though. I will hide it in semi- pessimistic comments, and play it of with dark humour, while in all reality I want to take some pain pills, drink a glass of wine, and cut my wrist just enough to get a small flow of blood going. No, I don't want to die, or kill myself I want to feel. I am sick of being weird and alone, but I made myself, and this is my journey.
