Why am I saying this?
It scares me to know that a friend knows that I have an eating disorder. We’re not that close but everytime we meet, she seems to know how fucked up I’ve been. I don’t know why I did what I did today. I’m fully aware of what I’m doing to myself is slow suicide. I am fully capable of making sensible, matured decisions. I really don’t know. I don’t even...
You're with the angels now, Melissa.
I don’t know her personally. But a couple of my friends do. She committed suicide a few days ago. A facebook memorial was set up for her, some wall posts read how stupid she was. In fact, she is one brave lady. When everything drives you to desperation, how many of us possess the courage to actually carry out the act of ending our own lives? For whatever reason she gave up her life for, I...
I wished my mom would tell me she hates me, that she’s angry or that I’m useless, worthless and totally wasting space in this apartment instead of slamming things, keeping the silent barrier and looking at me like I’m a flaw in her life that she cannot fix.
When the end is finally near, would you be afraid...
I feel absolutely alone.
I’m so lonely. Everyone does their own thing at home, I’m starting to believe nobody really cares enough to know if I’m dead or alive. My sister slams away on the keyboard less than a metre away from me, my tears are falling and no one notices. Where are the ‘friends’ who promised they’d be there? Where is everybody? I b/p twice today and there wasn’t even...