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Mhm. I guess. I sort of saw that. But I still couldn't tell the whole truth anyway. She said she wouldn't tell. And I said that the most suicidal thoughts I have are just "What's the point." nothing more. But that's not true. I didn't say half of what I needed to say. And now I still feel like s***. Especially now. Instead of "what the point" im thining more "whats the point of living." I hate this. So much. I don't want to do it anymore. I'm feeling really terrible right now. I don't know why. I cut really bad three different times today. And other stuff. It hurts now. And I think my wrist might be broken. But I can't do anything about it. I feel like such a failure. And just plain sad. Why should I try anymore if it's always going to come to this. Sadness. Pain. Hurting. I can't take it anymore at all. I want to end this.
Sorry.
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"Though I laugh, and act like a clown, beneath this mask I am wearing a frown."
"My humor hides my pain but inside it still remains."
"No matter how far I run, I'll never be able to run far enough to get away from the memories you've left me with."
"I want to be left alone, but at the same time I don't..."
"Depression is like Quicksand. Its easy to fall deeper and hard to pull yourself out."
"I'm so lonely. Surrounded by people that know me but don't know a thing."
"Its like the world is trying to tell me that it doesn't need me anymore."
"Sometimes i look in the mirror and wish i could see nothing"
"I'm tired of trying, sick of crying, I know I've been smiling, but inside I'm dying."
"This love, this hate, is burning me away."
"I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine for the very last time."
Last edited by beatlesmarley; Mar 01, 2010 at 12:27 AM.
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