February 2012
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November 2011
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October 2011
3 posts
schizophrenia
Today I found out that schizophrenia…, is incureable. Fucking A.
Therapist Waiting Room
When I go to my therapist, I sit in the waiting room and make-up reasons why the other people were there,(I did this because I didn’t want to be the craziest person there.) /My favorite memory of doing this was with this lady, who had to be in her late 40’s and a bent nose causing her to look like a chicken. I thought for a while, and came up with a great story…..
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July 2011
7 posts
I think my Schizophrenia is coming back.
That’s a lie I know its coming back. And I’m scared, I don’t know how long I can take it.
WHEN EVERY I ALONE
Whenever I feel alone I drink…, till I’m completely drunk.
Why? It’s because I’m crazy and I hear voice in my head and they talk to me.
They tell me to kill myself and cut one more time and that cigarettes are okay for me.
These voice FUCK me up more than anything.
But at least they talk to me. They don’t make me feel alone. I love my voices in my head…
You don't understand
-Cutting unless you’re a cutter.
-Drugs unless you’ve done them.
-Suicide unless you’ve attempted it.
-Depression unless you’ve felt it.
-Eating disorders unless you’ve had one.
-Me unless you’ve been through what I’ve been through.
So don’t pretend like you fucking understand.
Reblog if you've ever been called: ugly, emo, fat,...
sadly people are not nice,and decide to bully people, and tend to be too judgmental.
My past turned into my future.
Trying my mom’s margarita turned into getting completely wasted. and not remembering anything.
Hearing stories about kids getting high turned into hearing stories about me getting high. and waking up in jail.
Having a guy/girl friend meant having a boyfriend/girlfriend. and lots of them.
Having boyfriends/ girlfriends turned into having sex. a lot.
Random sex with random strangers turned...
June 2011
26 posts
You: if you could change one thing about your past what would it be? Me: everything…,the drinking, the drugs, the sex every night, dating guys and girls, juivie, cops, mental hospitials, cutting, starving, over indulging, the OCD, getting raped, bulling people…, you know the usual…. What about you? ...
suicide note # 4
Dear Life,
Dave. I really fucking hate him. One fucking day I swear to the fucking god I don’t believe in, I’m going to kill him. There is no one I hate more. He makes my skin crawl. he makes me want to cut again. I really want to fucking kill him.
Sincerely,
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you: (crying) what is worse than being called a...
Reblog if tattoos/piercings are a turn-on.
You bet your ass I think they are…!
Depression is waking up afraid to be alive.It is not being able to remember what home feels like. What happiness is. It’s a dull ache in the pit of your stomach and an emptiness that can’t be filled. Depression is when you have nothing left inside you. Nothing but the bad things that come in floods, and you don’t care enough to stop them.
Suicide Note # 3
Dear Life,
My headache is killing me. My thoughts are filled with guns, nooses, and straight jackets. My mom and her husband, Dave, cleaned my room…, I’m glad they didn’t find my other suicide notes. I don’t even know what I would do if they found out…
Sincerely,
Life’s Personal Bitch
I know i'm a fuck up..., it's not my fault.
I know i’m a fuck up…, you can see it in my scars, my cuts, my burns, and in my stories. I’m a fuck up because of you.
you- the one who raped me
you- the one who handed me a cigarette
you- the one told me only cool people cut themselves
you- the one who pressured me into having sex
you- may be 4 different people, but together you made me what I am today…,
me- the...
you asked me what the cuts were on my wrist…, i said “my cat scratched me.” you said oh and dropped the conversation…, i don’t have a cat.
Suicide Notes # 2
Dear Life,
I fucking hate it here. All they seem to do is criticize me, yell at me for not doing this or that right. If I don’t smile they demand I tell them…, “I’m sorry I don’t have a botox face.” They treat me like I’m stupid and an outcast, like I don’t deserve to be here at all. They tell me they “love” me…, I may be slow but...
“You said,”you should never be surprised when people treat you with...”
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happy .vs. jealous
Dear life,
I hate people who are happy.
I truly hate them.
Mostly because I am jealous.
I don’t remember what it is like to be happy.
It kills me and because of it I feel like killing myself.
Maybe then I would be happy.
Sincerly,
happy .vs. jealous
“I hope I never get so old I get religious. I would kill myself.”
“If I were not an atheist, I would believe in a God who would choose to save...”