April 2013
13 posts
person: Are you okay?
me: *I am broken*
me: *i want to jump off a bridge*
me: *i cry everyday*
me: *I want to die*
me: *I hate my self*
me: *i self harm cause i hate myself.*
me : "I am fine."
March 2013
51 posts
whatever forever: pointless rant about my current... →
madamelinx:
I think I might have depression.
I want help, I don’t want to feel the way I do, but whenever I try to reach out to people I feel like they don’t take me seriously and they just assume that I’m just exaggerating and acting like I feel worse than I do, but I genuinely feel like a worthless waste…
Worthless, that’s all I ever hear in life. It is now apart of me that I can’t erase. It’s there. Nobody knows it, but its there. When you’re lost because you feel like even if they don’t talk to you, there is a reason for that. When you feel that they think you’re nothing in this world. That maybe I’m invisible for that maybe because I don’t talk to...
Before I had nothing to look forward to. Then I met you. Every morning I wake up just to talk to you. I’m attached. And Im confident we can make it through. I live off your smile. That is all.
When you have this feeling. That you cant explain. But it sits in your stomach like a brick. And that brick like feeling holds all of your emotions and sorrows that could burst like fireworks on the 4th or July. I don’t tell people about this, because how do you tell people about such a feeling only you get. When I go out in public and see beautiful people I get discouraged, because I wish I...
Pretty is something ill never be.
