Scarlet starlet in my bed

Nov 11, 2005 22:39

I never had a day in my life where I could just simply say that hey, everything's been great today and i'm okay right now. It's funny how being socially privileged doesn't change a single thing to a depressed mind and the usual guy can't get that.

The main point is, that i'm alive. I never could just simply imagine myself growing up, at different ages for more material ephemere stuff, more dreams and a gigger ego. And right now, i'd still die for the love I had.

What people don't seem to understand, suicide is something you feel and can't explain or justify. I've been hospitalized for two months in a psychiatric hospital, i'm back in school right now preparing my exams. I've met schizophrenic people, which i'm not, an man there surely are parallel worlds out there. In my case, I can assure you that the "suicide mode" is whole different world. You get so much emotion, your mind gets blank with no reason at all.

The thing is, i'm an average happy going guy, spending loads of money in being up to the trend, getting in clubs, well integrated, doing alright in school... Necessary artificial crap for a great stard in life you know. But on the inside, it's chaos.
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