I don't believe anything they say. I am drunk, a sad drunk. My heart hurts. I'm afraid I will die in my sleep, but anything would be better than the pain. I speak to myself in lies to ease the pain. Nobody loves me. I am all alone. I won't bother to go to work tomorrow. I won't wake up at all. The music sighs to me, a pleasing, lilting,
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It made me cry.
I really worry about you.
Sometimes it really makes me sad that my internet-friends are all fucked up. It helps that they're fucked up...you can't talk about things like this in real life. Not with real people. and it's nice to know you're not the only one that feels this way. But it makes me sad. Because we're all fucked up. If someone were to die, we'd never know.
I want to kill myself all the time. Every day. Not an hour goes by that I don't think about it. And what would happen? Nobody would ever know.
I hope you are okay.
......how lame is it that this post made me want to get wasted? I haven't drank in like, two months and now I want to get wasted and pass out in my bathtub.
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......how lame is it that this post made me want to get wasted? I haven't drank in like, two months and now I want to get wasted and pass out in my bathtub.
It's so weird you should say this, because I did exactly that, and I was confused because I didn't remember writing about it.
I hope you are okay, too. I don't want you to be so sad. I wish I knew of a way to take our pain away for real, without causing pain in some other way.
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