my family has no idea that the day I am expect to die is seven days before they return from a round the world trip.
I’m lucky I was brought up Catholic, because if it wasn’t for the wall of my faith, I would be cutting more, frequently, and without hesitation..
I want you to hold me again.
I thought of killing myself on my birthday.
one of my bestfriends is really starting to bug me. she thinks she’s the innocent one, but really, we’re both to blame. still i hate fighting. it makes me so frustrated and angry. especially with her. it happens all the time now. every time we talk a huge fight starts over something stupid. i dont want to lose her as my bestfriend, but i dont want to keep her.
One of my best friends struggled with depression and cutting but I’ve never understood the attraction of cutting. So, for the first time tonight, I cut myself. I know I can stop, but I don’t think I want to.
Fuck this shit. I’m not going to spend my last month of school worrying about what people think of me. I’m tired of doing shit I don’t like to please the assholes around me. I’m just ranting this out to you because I want someone to tell. I do so much for people and they spit in my face and at my feet (literally). I’m tired of caring about them, they don’t give a shit about me and my goodness I haven’t sworn this much, ever. Sorry. And thank you for letting me trow my anger your way. Thanks :D
I am seriously considering getting my tubes tied as I am completely and utterly terrified of becoming pregnant. I turned 18 last month and it seems more and more people my age are getting knocked up every second. I know I shouldn’t worry as much; I’m on the pill along with using condoms and I’m a very happy relationship. But I can’t help crying almost every single night thinking there’s a chance that it could happen to me.
Confession ~ I’ve liked him since I was 6 and I’m 14 now, he makes me laugh so hard my stomach hurts, I always smile when I’m with him, he’s my bestfriendd. I want to be with him so badly.
I’m doing horrible this quarter. Last quarter I cried because I had a C in math. I don’t know whats gotten into me, I just don’t give a shit about anything right now. My appearance, my grades, my friendships. Anything,
