its like some kind of sick joke
the way it haunts me
how clearly i remember
and all i keep thinking is if only i could be different
maybe the next pill will change everything
and its always the next pill
June 2012
10 posts
and then
you find yourself alone. surrounded by faceless strangers and sounds that used to mean things you cant recall
and the lights grow brighter and your hands get cold and in that moment you know its there again and it wont let you go until you do it
it might be night or day it might be a street or a rubber band or the edge of a wall
it doesnt matter
cause you dont care
cause you dont matter
Sing me to sleep
got vodka and prozac and nowhere to turn
unless i absolutely have to i dont want to wake up on my own anymore
It hurts to breathe
and not even in a pseudoromantic figurative way
it honestly hurts when i breathe
well here it goes again
panic attack bad one
found the blade on the bed dont remember taking it
should probably try to stay awake so i dont mess up the sheets but its hard when theres no one to talk to
Oh...it's...nothing
Today some random gentleman actually stopped me on the street and said “Excuse me miss, are you ok?”
Thank you, random stranger, for letting me know I needed to brush up my acting skills.
