I just don't know.
I feel dead, like the only thing that is keeping me here is the love I have. I mean I'm happy, very. I love Wes. He loves me.
But I'm sad....or....depressed....just can't shake this feeling like, "hey I suck".
No one supports me, I mean really supports me. I'm missing something....I think anyway, I just can't shake this feeling.
I don't have a job.
I buy weed and smoke it.
I play videogames.
I am fucking useless.
:step for a second inside my head:
A creaking door opens, revealing a small sliver of light, not enough to allow sight but enough to know there is a door, a figure, a small boy takes the space between door and wall. He looks up, an almost broken look upon his face, he smiles as one would smile with their leg just cut off, full of pain, but still a smile. The boy sortof looks you up and down and then hands you a bloodstained sheet of paper which reads; Every creature in the universe, will die alone.
the boy watches as you read intently but begins to shift and fidget. He holds his arms out to reveal cuts the entire length of his arm from his elbow in six bloody lines. He smiles again, and then almost barely whispers; "I have too, I do many bad things...but noone seems to see them, but the people who look don't see their own bad things, I am trying to take away some of the pain the others feel, but I don't know if its' helping....their all dead.
But I'm sad....or....depressed....just can't shake this feeling like, "hey I suck".
No one supports me, I mean really supports me. I'm missing something....I think anyway, I just can't shake this feeling.
I don't have a job.
I buy weed and smoke it.
I play videogames.
I am fucking useless.
:step for a second inside my head:
A creaking door opens, revealing a small sliver of light, not enough to allow sight but enough to know there is a door, a figure, a small boy takes the space between door and wall. He looks up, an almost broken look upon his face, he smiles as one would smile with their leg just cut off, full of pain, but still a smile. The boy sortof looks you up and down and then hands you a bloodstained sheet of paper which reads; Every creature in the universe, will die alone.
the boy watches as you read intently but begins to shift and fidget. He holds his arms out to reveal cuts the entire length of his arm from his elbow in six bloody lines. He smiles again, and then almost barely whispers; "I have too, I do many bad things...but noone seems to see them, but the people who look don't see their own bad things, I am trying to take away some of the pain the others feel, but I don't know if its' helping....their all dead.