WHAT THE FUCK.
i'm in pain.
i am suffering.
yet i refuse to get help.
i am incompetent.
i feel like shit.
i can't think straight.
i can't tell the difference between reality and a dream.
never really could.
you aren't listening.
people have it worse.
that doesn't change the fact that i'm still in pain.
my mom doesn't care.
my counselor thinks i'm too stupid.
i will probably not amount to anything ...
because i lack ambition.
frustrated.
i walked home today, cleared my mind.
made me think ...
what if this is it?
what if these are the signs that i'm finally about to die?
i've been sick before.
everytime, it's serious.
has death finally gotten it's grip on me?
mhm. me thinks.
i'm not giving up
but i won't fight the inevitable.
fatalism?
don't call it a comeback.
2 comments:
kinda read this like a poem.
I don't know if you intentionally did that or not...
but as for the blog I honestly don't know what to tell you besides we're on the same page.
I don't think I'll ever amount to anything (good) at least but instead of a lack of ambition I have a procrastinating problem...
but a old lady I was talking to on the bus yesterday says I have a whole lot longer to figure myself out before it starts counting...
so I'm going to take heed to her words and give it a little more time because you and I are too great a people to not be "anything".
so yea stay as stress free as possible we shall find our way one day lil sister.
pinky promise [holds out pinky]
I don't know what to say.
Dino said everything I could ever hope to say.
But what is this sickness? Metaphorical or actual?
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