I feel so ugly. I feel like a skunk. I feel devastated.
I am angry. At myself. For feeling so miserable. For feeling sorry for my sorry-a$$ self. Pathetic me. Ugh!
What do I want from this life? I don't know, damn it!
Yeah ok. Maybe I know. I want to get out of this misery. I want to run away. Far, far away where nobody can reach me... or see me... or talk to me.
I just broke a glass. I looked at the broken glass and thought --- should I just break the rest of ithe glasses so that there will not be one glass left? But if I did, what am I to use? Fleeting thoughts.
When will it ever stop? I am tired. I am tired of thinking of ways to fight the enemy. I am my own enemy.
Headache. Huge headache. 3 motrins will do it. No. Make that 4. Kill the pain instantly. Yeah. Add that one other pill. No not one, two... or three? Nobody will stop me. Nobody can stop me. ~itsduhattityood
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