I’ve done what you asked me to.
Quit with cutting.
Began my medicating.
Visit a psychiatrist.
Stopped being alone in my room.
I’m being a normal person despite the fact I’m not.
Instead of coping with it I hide it. From everyone, waiting for my happiness.
Shouldn’t I be happy soon?
Why am I not happy?
Why is it that everyone of my daydreams includes me dying?
Why can’t I dream normal?
Why do I sit here, dreaming of cutting up my wrist.
I know I should stop thinking it right now.
This is not the thoughts I should have.
But at the same time, nothing is what it should be. Everything is fucked up so why even bother about it, when you can just feel free, even if it’s just for a moment before the anxiety kicks in again.
Why should anyone deny me this?
Did I ever deny you?
it sucks being the ugly quiet rude sarcastic emotionally unstable friend with the attention span of a goldfish
I love each and everyone of you who have sent messages, sorry i’ve not been in the sense to answer you all
hello-im-socially-inept asked: Hey, um well, I'd just like to say I saw your blog and I get it. I understand how you feel, to a certain degree, that is. Obviously no one knows your emotions but you because only you have experienced your life. But I get it. I was there. And I just want to say it does get better.I know you're calling my bullshit now because you've heard this a thousand times before and there's nothing in this world I can say to convince you otherwise. But soon today will be nothing more than a memory.I promise.
How can you be so sure. I guess some are just ment to overcome certain things, and some are not.