Monday, 5 March 2012

How can you fix something that's been broken for so long?

I actually, seriously want to die, nothing gets better, it only gets worse.

I... I don't know what to do... I don't even have the words.

I feel ready to die, but I know I'll live and carry on feeding this fat body and carry on being this pointless person living this pointless life, but I'm dead inside, there's nothing there.


  1. me too.
    I honestly haven't cried in a while, and today...something just burst.

    I can't stop.

    I don't want to fucking be me anymore.

    You know I am always here for you.
    Really. I know they're just words, but I mean them.

    please, don't do anything. not tonight.
    and tomorrow night, please say "not tonight"

    and the next
    and the next.

    You are beautiful to me, you fucking nazi.

    I mean that.
    I am so glad to have gotten to know you.

    you need to stay alive, because we need to go to about ten different tube stations and leave inconspicuous (?) luggage near the bins.

  2. Haha, thank you, I haven't cried in ages either.

    I did the other day, I sobbed, but tears didn't come out, I felt pretty lame.

    All the pain is inside but it's surrounded by this apathetic shell, I can feel myself closing off from the world.

    I won't kill myself though.

    Oh and I might be in London on Friday, maybe we could meet up?