Immature and Childish
Category: Writing and Poetry
My friends had a good day without me so now im being immature and ignoring them because I wanted to be happy too, but unfortunately I am stuck in my mind » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
My friends had a good day without me so now im being immature and ignoring them because I wanted to be happy too, but unfortunately I am stuck in my mind » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I cant take It anymore. Please I beg you, end my suffering somehow. I cant do this anymore, too much suffering i hate this nighmare please take me out of here » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
"I want to know what is like, to not be alone. I want to feel wanted. The point is, is just want someone to care, if I stay or go. I want someone to want ME. To want to see me, to hold me, to look at me and think 'youre the only one I want. I desire to hold you and talk to you and never let tou feel so...' » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I have been sleeping hugging his hoodie. Pathetic, I know. But that makes me feel peace and sleep better, for some reason. Being honest, I do know the reason. His smell is on the hoodie, brings me peace and confort, like I am at home and everything will be ok. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I was going to say that this year is a total shit, but then I remembered that I have depression and every year is a huge shit. Even though I continue to do therapy, take medication and all that stuff, even though I may get better on the outside, I feel like I'm only getting worse on the inside. It's a ladder that I'm going down every year until it ends and I die. I think I will use this blog to wr... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I cant take It anymore. Living is too hard and there is so much suffering, i cant take It anymore. I feel like i am living in a cold and torturing nighmare. Everyday gets worse. I look to the sky but its empty, no one is coming to rescue me. I dont have a lap to cry, I dont have anything. When I find someting that can distract me from the nighmare, I grab it with everything I have so I can forget » Continue Reading