I can't stop thinking about suicide even on good days. Three other thoughts keep me down. "Whats the point of living if death is everywhere, we are all gonna die anyway so why does it matter if i take my life"
Heartbreak "i've been abused, lied to, bullied, what little heart i had left was smashed by a guy who i thought liked me and now the only i can cope is with a combonation of meds".
I'm tired of feeling like this, i just keep getting more and more numb.
Right now i'm on my way to doctors appointment and my mom won't stop talking. "Just shut the fuck up", i scream in my mind. "Is it that fucken hard to tell that i don't care about thing you have to say". I just really wanna be left alone. I don't understand why people give one shit about my life.
My feelings of anger quickly fade, the thought of a noose calms me down. Surviving isn't something i really care about.
I look down at my nails, black chipped, cracked. "God i'm a mess".
Why can't i be normal for one damn day?
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All in my head?
Non-FictionWhy fight this pain, when everyday it only becomes easier to go? This is sort of a diary it will become more of a story as the chapters continue. May have mentions of suicide. Might have graphic images, if that bothers you don't read this, check out...
