Can I do *anything*?

Dec 22, 2007 19:14

Really creeped out and rather disturbed right now.

Long story...I don't know, maybe not. Starts a couple of years ago...actually 3. And it's still going? Sort of. Only Liz knows the whole deal, I don't think anyone could ever understand the situation quite like she can, she was there. Even if I tried to explain it. She was there when I was so depressed then, and when that started, and when it ended. And when it started and ended again.

Makes me want to curl up and cry with somebody and have them stroke me and keep me warm and tell me it'll be okay.

Even though I won't believe them. Duk is the only person that's gotten remotely close to having me believe him when he tells me it'll be okay.

Just read the comment on this poem.
http://namelessgoth.deviantart.com/art/My-Truth-15032556

That started this feeling. I talked to this kid last month, he sounded relatively okay then, granted this comment was from June, and I think he was drunk at the time. The poem had nothing to do with him, too. Obviously, you don't know the backstory

I wish there was something I could do for him.

shit

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