From yesterday afternoon (ps. i feel better now)
There… is so much pain. The physical i can stand, it hits me bites me drags me to the ground and kicks me it the ribs. Then i cough blood and i cry and wander hallways of darkness and decay back up the surface. Hah! How familiar that game is. But when my friends hurt me, that’s what truly makes me psychotic. I just.. i can’t think normally. It really gets inside me and makes me crazy, like a wounded animal mad with pain.
Rarg! I want my connection back. I’m offline now, I’ll post this when my connection returns. Untill then.. I feel sick. I want to talk to someone please, anything but these bad bad thoughts and this pain,
Get out! Get out! I can’t stand social niceties now! I don’t know whose towels they are! Get out of my room! When i said someone, i DID NOT mean my dads girlfriend i didn’t mean someone i’d have to hide the bruises from. I feel so high-schoolish. Again with the long sleeves all the time, at least it’s winter. And i didn’t cut myself good panda. Bruises won’t scar.
Give me my connection... i don’t want to be alone.
Rarg! I want my connection back. I’m offline now, I’ll post this when my connection returns. Untill then.. I feel sick. I want to talk to someone please, anything but these bad bad thoughts and this pain,
Get out! Get out! I can’t stand social niceties now! I don’t know whose towels they are! Get out of my room! When i said someone, i DID NOT mean my dads girlfriend i didn’t mean someone i’d have to hide the bruises from. I feel so high-schoolish. Again with the long sleeves all the time, at least it’s winter. And i didn’t cut myself good panda. Bruises won’t scar.
Give me my connection... i don’t want to be alone.