Bartender I really did it this time . . .

Jul 06, 2007 08:17

I think I need some help. Not something anybody but me can decide on. I was driving home this morning and for some reason, all I wanted to do, was hit 80 and then whip my wheel all the way to the right in a split second and try and flip my car and just end it all. Just make all of this stop. Demons screaming inside of me.

I wish I had a stone to throw at my creator.

I don't need to be . . .

I'm confused. .

I don't know what I should do anymore.

Don't know what my feelings are anymore.

I'm all fucked up inside. . .

I really like Tony. . . but all he can do is hurt me.

That's what he said, that's not me.

Am I just not good enough. . . I think that's it actually. That would explain all my failed relationships and why nobody in this world can just fucking care about me and except me as the person that I am with no strings or fucking wires attached.

I'm upset. . .

I think I need therapy. . . but how do I shame my entire family? Why do I have to be this way? What is so fucked up inside of my brain that I can't run away from it. I crave my own blood. That's not healthy. . .

I'm not healthy. . .
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