Those words, they haunt my thoughts. They stick in my mind, and won’t leave me to be at peace. I deserve every one stab those words give me. Every one.
I wish I had somebody.
Somebody that would let me take my anger out of them and they would still love me in the end. Let me punch them out of frustration until I feel better or start crying. I wish somebody would love me no matter my mood or my actions. I don’t think someone could love me that much though.
I’ll suffer in silence.
I can’t feel the slightest bit bad for myself just for a few minutes with being judged. Why can’t I just cry for once and just get it all out? If crying gets people to stop, I guess I just won’t cry. It seems too keep everyone happy. But I can bet you my picking will get worse now.. Its my last resort.
My birth control doesn’t really affect me. The only awkward effect it has is that my body creates more discharge then when I wasn’t on it. Sooo awkward.
I just want too be happy, and not be consumed by sadness all the time.
Everyday the same thoughts go through my head. How many Advil would it take too overdose? How think of a slot would I have too make too die from blood loss? Maybe I could just accidentally slip off the dock and into the water. Constantly screaming, constantly pounding in my head. It’s starting to take a toll on me.
