Posts Tagged ‘life’
Things aren’t going brilliantly.
Posted by: Laura on: October 29, 2009
Quelle surprise.
Today: stayed awake all night. Napped for an hour or so this morning. Spent most of the day in a bit of a daze, doing nothing. Then went to training for volunteering – not too bad, although I felt like a spare part all the time because I can’t make anything I say relevant, [...]
It continues…
Posted by: Laura on: October 19, 2009
I’m so tempted to pack up my belongings, throw away my textbooks and call up my parents and ask them to take me home. Then spend the next few weeks, months, years – however long it takes – curled up in my bed and just forgetting.
Suicidal thoughts.
Posted by: Laura on: October 5, 2009
Sometimes, I like thinking about suicide. I like making plans, setting dates, focussing really hard on it. It makes me happy, briefly. Not real happiness, admittedly, but a kind of determined anticipation, a kind of relief: just a few more days, just another week, and then…nothing. I won’t exist anymore.
Sick of this.
Posted by: Laura on: August 31, 2009
I’m frightened, all the time. I’m panicking. I feel it in my chest, like somebody’s sitting on me, or like there’s a hand wrapped around my heart, squeezing all the life out of me. I’ve been grinding my teeth, giving myself headaches.
Struggling.
Posted by: Laura on: May 3, 2009
I suppose you might have guessed that I’m finding things difficult these days.
I’m going to try to explain, if only for my own sake. It will probably just end up being more nonsensical rambling, but if I keep it vague in my head then it’s insurmountable. Maybe it’s still insurmountable, but ‘know thy enemy’, and [...]
Not much
Posted by: Laura on: January 14, 2009
Not a lot is going on right now. Uni hasn’t properly started, although tomorrow and Friday will be a bit hectic if I manage to go to everything.
Life? What life?
Posted by: Laura on: December 4, 2008
I am coping. Coping is a start.
Nervous.
Posted by: Laura on: September 19, 2008
Life never turns out exactly how you want it to, does it?
Eleven days until I go back to university. I’ve been off for months. I should be better, I should be happier. I should be ready to face this.
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