Breathe
It hurts so much I am having trouble breathing. I thought I can get used to it but it is all just my own narcissistic opinion. I really want to disappear.
latino men
latino men usually have very small d***s and smell like cheese pizza they die there pubic hair purple and trip on LSD for a festival.When a latino man jack off if any sperm goes on there finger they have to lick it off
Insomnia
Every log on the fire marks a new hour. Each Step I take seems somehow louder than the last. With each consecutive movement, I grow less aware, and more awake Time for me, is no longer measured in hours, nor days. It is measured only in logs. And you, with your 24 hour time-clock, Do [..more..]
Stable
When you promised me stability, I wanted to believe you. I wanted so badly to bend myself into you, and to find structure. I am sorry, that when you promised me stability, I laughed at you. I am especially sorry that I called you stupid. If you knew how many people had promised me stability, [..more..]
Troll
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Leaving and not looking back
Recently I just want to leave and go somewhere no one knows me. I want to walk without a worry and meet new people who feel the same. Not having to worry about a single thing, not having to worry about what others think of you. Does such a reality exist? Maybe it does for [..more..]
Something.
I have something to say but it doesn’t really matter. Nobody cares what it is. They only care what they say. If I say you said this, you’ll just say you didn’t and ask for proof. Well, I’m sorry I don’t record what you say 24/7. You don’t even listen to yourself properly.
Is Someone There?
I’m sitting on my bed with a gun in my hand pointed at my head, but I don’t know if I can do this. I want to but my hand is shaking too hard. Oh god, what am I supposed to do?
Her
I just can’t stop thinking about her. I’ve never spoken to her but I feel like I know her. All I want right now is to kiss her and hold her. What if she doesn’t like me back… what if she already has someone to love…. I don’t know what I would do. She is [..more..]
Pills Dont Work Anymore
They’ve put me on many bipolar medication, but none of them have worked. I hit myself everyday and I’m close to cutting. Ill sit for hours crying and wishing for death to come. Mental illnesses are a rotting disease that won’t go away. I am ready to die