It honestly makes me so sad.
This whole thing.
That I can sit here and want to die, want to hurt myself but not be able to.
I can’t because it’ll hurt someone else, and part of me almost finds that unfair.
As for my teachers…. why can’t you be understanding? Just because I’m not there breaking down in your face doesn’t mean that I’m not dying inside.
Four loads of laundry…done.
Art project… half way done.
Now I have to finish that, write my extra credit psych essay, shower, fold my clothes, catch up in genetics, schedule a meeting with the tutor, start making outlines and such for finals, meet with my counselor, call my doctor, clean the room, get the ‘schtuff’, hangout with max, and try not to be exhausted this evening for part 1 of my birthday festivities.
Lord save me.
I pretty much just want to take a knife and stab it into my wrist right about now…true story.
My friend Andrew is hilarious! lol <3
I’m alive but I’m losing all my drive
Cause everything we’ve been through
And everything about you
Seemed to be a lie
A guiltless twisted lie
It made me learn to hate you
Or hate myself for letting it pass by