Sometimes... I just wish I never
existed... Then everyones life would be better... Be normal... All
without me. I can't do ANYTHING right, so whats the point
anyways??
What
is the
saddest
story
you
have
ever
heard?
Why is
that the loveliest people are always the saddest?
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My life. What would it be. Where would i be if i haven't met
the friends i have today. Would i have killed myself? What about
Matt.. He saved me. he stopped me. Maybe he shouldn't of?
All the time, these thoughts flood my mind.. Me running under a car's tire while walking down main street.. Or me Guzzling up a bottle of pills.. and i shutter and cry to these images. The hatred that flows through my blood messed with my head. I hate myself. But i do'nt. I do... but i don't. I love him, but i need a physical relationship. Distance is hard. I thought i was ready. I thought i could handle it. Maybe i can't. Maybe this won't work out. Maybe i should steal a car and visit my lover. No. I'd get put in juvy. Maybe if i walk there.. I'd die. Maybe if i save money and buy a car once i get my liscense. I don't even think i'll last that long. With the few friends i have and the long distance boyfriend i dearly adore,,. I still don't think i have enough support.. enough help. No one can help me. i don't like to talk when i get sad. I don't want to be around anyone. Heck, i would run into a desert and get lost rather than being in new york when i am sad.. The tears flood my eyes as i type this and the keyboard is barely visible. My thoughts,, spilt on witty. Thank you witty for being there when i couldn't croak a word of help to my friends.. Thank you . Wittians. Thanks<3
All the time, these thoughts flood my mind.. Me running under a car's tire while walking down main street.. Or me Guzzling up a bottle of pills.. and i shutter and cry to these images. The hatred that flows through my blood messed with my head. I hate myself. But i do'nt. I do... but i don't. I love him, but i need a physical relationship. Distance is hard. I thought i was ready. I thought i could handle it. Maybe i can't. Maybe this won't work out. Maybe i should steal a car and visit my lover. No. I'd get put in juvy. Maybe if i walk there.. I'd die. Maybe if i save money and buy a car once i get my liscense. I don't even think i'll last that long. With the few friends i have and the long distance boyfriend i dearly adore,,. I still don't think i have enough support.. enough help. No one can help me. i don't like to talk when i get sad. I don't want to be around anyone. Heck, i would run into a desert and get lost rather than being in new york when i am sad.. The tears flood my eyes as i type this and the keyboard is barely visible. My thoughts,, spilt on witty. Thank you witty for being there when i couldn't croak a word of help to my friends.. Thank you . Wittians. Thanks<3
he's the boy with the saddest eyes i've ever seen, hiding himself in the sunshine. he thinks he can breathe underwater, he thinks he can fly through the earth...
