its hard to kill yourself. i mean its easy killing another person but its hard killing yourself. after an overdose you wake up all groggy head pumping with why the fuck didnt i die. i didnt die. its not easy taking alot of pills, slitting my wrists, i mean yea sure blood comes dripping out but i cant bleed out, theres someone there who gets in the way. n after u get caught u gota see psychees and hear ppls taunts and bevun. i hate that. wat i hate most "this is not ur life to take, its gods".. is it? so why doesnt he give a shit about me? isnt he not supposed to be stubborn n shit... i dunno
is it self pity? i need the fucking attention.. thats y i hurt myself.. tats my prognosis anyway.. i try to kil myself.. it has nothing to do with i hate living, it sucks, ive gotten wat i wanted out of it and i dnt wana go through shit.. i need attention.. guess i need attention..
hey all u ppl out there reading this shit.. i need love and affection..please help me .. oh yeah in the end put in some betrayal, back stabbing and oh yeah my favourite cheat on me. that would be great.. animal are better company than people, they dont turn around and bite u, stab u in the back, hurt you so fucking much that its numb now.. how does a person go from feeling everything to feeling nothing? i dont... you know wat i see now? flesh walking around, coffees that could be drunk.. money that can be taken.. wen i see people..
im not better than u.. noo.. im sure offended.. sure u are.. i just called u assholes.. just did.. assholes.. im not better.. im not superior.. thats why i want to kill myself.. im just like u... selfish beyond reason, asking for forgiveness for the horrific things that u do, lust beyond imagination, thirst for power, money glory.. backstabbing.. wimps.. i see the insignificance of my creation.. what are we? ants? we get born, we grow up, get a job, get a wife, get a kid, work till we cant get it up, get divorced, pay for sex, not talk to our kid, die trying to get to the bathroom on time... yea yea.. im clinically depressed but im not prescribed depression pills so to speak..cause im a danger to myself..n the ppl around me... "I know that I was born and I know that Ill die.
The in between is mine..." .. its mine..
Friday, September 14, 2007
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uve got to read veronica decides to die by paulo coelho..
If u dont have a meaning to live, then u there is no reason to live. Just ask yourself what is the meaning of your life. I said "ask yourself."
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