Posts Tagged ‘death’
This post isn’t very nice
Posted on: April 28, 2010
I don’t know if I can write this. I don’t know if I should.
There is, I think, a reasonable chance that I’m going to do something incredibly stupid. Read the rest of this entry »
Maybe not so okay after all.
Posted on: April 26, 2010
It’s just gone half past five in the morning, it’s already not properly dark, and I haven’t been to sleep.
I don’t know what to do. I just keep crying. Read the rest of this entry »
It continues…
Posted 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. Read the rest of this entry »
Suicidal thoughts.
Posted 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. Read the rest of this entry »
Sick of this.
Posted 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. Read the rest of this entry »
Drivel
Posted on: May 14, 2009
If you want to know what she’ll be like when she’s older, just look at her mother…
Posted on: April 26, 2009
I’m having to make a conscious effort to write this. I’m going back to uni tomorrow, and I don’t know when I’ll next have access to a computer in a place where I feel comfortable writing about myself. I’m having some difficulty finding the words, at the minute. I don’t quite know how to say what I think. But I’ll try.
It’s been a pretty terrible weekend. Read the rest of this entry »
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