When you think things have gotten better they get worse.
Take 2 steps forward and 3 steps back.
My sisters once again all ganged up against me.
Called me a pycho with no friends.
And i cut for the first time in forever.
And i realized i have slipped back into being suicidal. FML.
I dont know.
Sometimes i just wish things were different.
Very different.
I wish my dad supported me.
I wish my mom cared more.
I wish they were still together.
I wish i was happy.
Not sitting alone blogging.
Not that blogging is a bad thing.
But i started it cause i need somewhere to share it all.
And here i am.
Spreading my message.
Ugh i keep getting those thoughts in my head.
I want to die.
1 comment:
you can't die. i need my freakin' undercooked eggs, dude. and you have a friend. you know that you do. you're not going to kill youself.
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