Jun 17, 2005 17:14
it was all i could think about last night. i don't know how i get to that point. i hate it. i tried to think of every bad memory, on purpose, just to piss myself off. and i did. and it turned out ugly. i could have exploded. i wanted to run up and down my street screaming, but instead, i layed there, unable to move or speak.
my mind was racing and my body was numb.
i appreciate the concern. but it's far from what will help. only one thing does. one more hit. i need help and i know it. my lack of motivation is slowly killing me. i don't want to hurt anyone, i hate letting anyone see that side of me. i don't want to be difficult and i don't want to scare anyone away.
i never veiwed myself as that kind of person. i cope. i give advice. i move on. i live and learn. i thought. my face is melting away.
i love and hate the part of me that gets an idea to do something and won't let it go. determination can become dangerous in times like these.
i need a camera. the kind that takes pictures.