Posted by Anonymous on 2014/05/13 under Uncategorized Excuse my while i try and drown my self in hatred and pity
So I’ve been complaining about this girl i liked for a while now and how she might like me but i wasnt sure because i was born a f***ing girl
well guess the f*** what?
She asked me out, i was happy, hell i almost cried
but today? I am nothing but bitter and f***ing down in the dumps. i thought she was supposed to bring a smile to my face? she did before. f*** nothing is EVEN DIFFERENT ABOUT US.
I legitimately want to just sink something sharp as s*** into my leg because im so pissed off at myself. Jesus Im a f***ing pansy
Oh not to mention im starting to f***ing hallucinate again!
And no one f***ing listens to me tho! no no no. theres absulutlly nothing wrong with this one. we just dump all of our s*** problems about who f***ed who on her and then f***ing leave her like a piece of f***ing trash on the side of the road!
And now, jesus I say one thing to her after she said you can talk to me that
she would help me and wowie wow look the f*** there
she changed the subject
Jesus I hate myself
she is smart and gorgeous and wonderful and kind
why am i being such a b****?!
Jake f***ing English express. T. f***ing boarding on the pity party cart area.
I wish i could make a double.
one that would take over like
“Oh no f***ing problem Ill handle your actual f***ing emotions you piece of s***. dont worry you are only a let down to everyone who f***ing knows you!”
Im going to be honest. I would NEVER say this to anyone if i had a face on this website.
I would give off some s*** answer like “I just dont feel good.” “Im tired” “Im just a little out of it today.”
F*** i have the mood swings as hard as amnesia in ten second Tom or some s***
how can i be so comfortable with something and then not even one f***ing hour later im ripping my hair out and sending as much pain into myself as possible?!
It’s pretty s***ty i cant even cry. My throat feels hot and scratchy but my eyes are dry to the point of burning.
I fantasized today about all the ways i could kill myself. is that weird?
There were plenty of sharp tools in my science class. not to mention the window.
english? I could have us pissed off this kid that could easily kill me if he hit hard enough
art? Besides all the sharp tools we were dealing with glass and propane blower s***.
Im so f***ed up
I am scared s*** less of death and dying, ie seen what happens when you go. its not f***ing pretty.
Yet how come the littlest thing upsets me and i want to throw myself off a bridge?
S*** its not for attention other wise i wouldnt subit anon rants and never check them again. If it were for attention at least people would know all this s***.
sometimes i wish i was someone else
f***
i wish i wasnt even here
i wish i was incapable of feeling
and that this s*** didnt exsist
f*** me i wish i were never here. or born.
I dont want some s*** from my friends about how im nice and pretty because if i could i would tell them all to f*** off and every inch of my body would be covered in scars
just
f*** this