this blog is now for the things i cant say on FB, where i have to be a cheery guy who laughs at lolcats and takes care of his friends, drink the bar dry at parties and still some how get all his friends home safely
this is the place where i can for once, express the innertermoil that i quel everyday with a smile or an ‘im ok’ or just by remaining silent. WHY
WHY do i have to remain silent. i mean. everyone has me to lean on, why cant i have someone else to lean on, i listen to everyone, to everone. but what do i face. i face everything on my own. who can i tell? my family? there more than 1/2 the problem.
why? well basicly being the younger of 2, who actually does acheive better, yet isnt…for some reason….as ‘good’ as the elder, you just want to die. when your bascily told your worthless every day by those who supposedly should be their for you no matter what, thats when you want to die. when you feel so worthless but dont want to self harm because that just makes you a statistic
when your too much of a pussy to use a kitchen knife or bleech for suicide. when you use a fucking blog as a shrink as your too worried the one at school will get worried and call home
thats when you know you need to die. when the only thing that keeps you going will leave to a uni far away in a less than 2 years and when you realise that she might not ever love you the way you love her
when FUCKING /b/ are the only people you feel you can connect with. then you know there really is a problem. but its strange, those /b/tards who the majority of people, if they found out about their existance, would laugh at and be disgusted at, i find that they have the most compassion. i mean, they dont judge. who the fuck are any one to judge.
JUDGING is the most horrid thing ever. it massages your ego while destorying someone elses confidence. makes the other fee llike shit while you feel better about yourself.
sigh
i say that alot youknow. i like the silence sometimes. i wish i was dead
again, im not suicidal purely as i dont want to be a statistic.
i jsut want a normal life and am probably more psychologicly messed up than most mass murderers. having parents argue everynight for the last 17 years of my 17 years of life does that to a person. i know others face this problems. MILLIONS OF OTHERS.
but those millions have at least one person to lean on! i have no one. ever. even my best friend cant know the truth.
i mean secretly i guess im a geek. would love to eat hot pockets every day in a basement somewhere with a dell in my lap. i mean, no one knows that side of me
regression. regress to a state of no life one day.