• Archive for December 8th, 2011

    Suicide: To do or not to do.

    by  • December 8, 2011 • Depression • 7 Comments

    Dear everyone, I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel this pain that never goes away. I feel hopeless and depressed and like I will never be okay again. I think about how if I just killed myself, everything would feel better. But I don’t do it. I never go through with it. I’ve

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    I think I’m getting there.

    by  • December 8, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    Man, this has been such a crazy year, mostly in a bad way. Every time I thought I couldn’t sink lower, I managed to find myself even further from the surface. Depression has been my undoing this past year and I have allowed it to devour nearly everything, especially my faith in God. I’ve sacrificed

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    Douche Until Proven Otherwise

    by  • December 8, 2011 • Anger • 0 Comments

    Dear Son-of-a-bitch, I fucking hate you. There’s this deep unending hateful passion that’s blazing through my body. You. Are. NOTHING. You dump me because I won’t let you in my life and wouldn’t be a part of your life. I fucking gave you EVERYTHING. I told you EVERYTHING. I did EVERYTHING I could to make

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    word-vomit

    by  • December 8, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Confusion • 0 Comments

    N- I’m so confused. You’ll be home very soon for a few weeks; I’ve never been so hesitantly excited in my life… I want to leap out of my seat every time I picture running up to you and stealing the biggest hug and seeing your smile, and the glimmer in your eyes for the

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    One day, you’ll get it

    by  • December 8, 2011 • To You • 0 Comments

    Dear oblivious, You really think I wanted to throw you out of my life? You gave me no other option but to. Every day I was upset or mad at the world. Hating everyday more and more with out you, knowing that someone else was given the job to make you content with life. I

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    Mom

    by  • December 8, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Parents • 0 Comments

    I feel like I have spent half my life picking up your pieces. You are so consumed in feeling sorry for yourself that it seems you have lost all capability to feel any joy in life. It scares me. I am full of anger and resentment because i feel like I was forced to take

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