It's kind of been a while since I posted on here. Does anyone remember me? (Naw, I didn't think so. LOL.) Last time I posted I still had a little hope. Now I have none.
I got up every day hoping that I'd be better. Things have only gotten worse. I have literally NO confidence and no personality at all. I used to want to see doctors. Now all I want is pity. No one seems to feel bad for me. They say that I have to get used to it, that people have to get through rough patches. I'm not saying that they're wrong, but if I could get through every stupid "rough patch" that has every come my way, why would I be in this situation?
The worst thing is that I am living inbetween hell and glory. I don't know when I will laugh again, or I will cry again. I have to live knowing that every day could be the worst or the best. It drives me INSANE. Hell or glory. I don't want anything inbetween.
I'm sick of feeling sorry for myself, but I have no idea what else I'm supposed to do. Cutting myself seems like a pretty good option...but I'm not sure what else to do.
Why am I writing this, anyway? For pity? For sympathy? God, I can't do anything without questioning the saneness of what I do. Errrgghhh.
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