dayzd14
12-14-2006, 08:09 PM
Mhm. Fine.
No Im not. Im completely losing it.
I dont know. It might seem stupid and pointless and pathetic. But heres why.
My dog died Monday morning. I knew it was coming, but I mean, Ive had her since I was 3 years old. Im 16. When you think about it, she was as much a part of me as Im a part of me. But anyways. That has completely thrown everything out of proportion. I cut for the first time in almost 3 months. I have to say, it felt like a year, but I just had to do it. I have this project due tomorrow and Im not done yet. Its 11pm right now, and that projects worth 30% of my mark. Maybe I should finish it. I dont really care though. Im ready to just go to school and start crying. I cant take this. I need help. But I wont ask for it. I cant take this house anymore. My mothers an alchoholic, my dad said hes gonna leave if she doesnt smarten up soon. She wont. My friends are complete...well. They really just dont get it. They dont understand how serious I am. They dont know how self destructive I am. Ive tried to kill myself before and Ill do it again. I mean, I dont even know where half of this is coming from. I just need to get it out because the way I feel right now is unbearable. Its like, this pain, physically. Everywhere, and then dont even get me started about what goes on inside my head. When I get really bad, I start like, I guess distorting reality. I hear things and see things and get paranoid to the point where Ill sit in front of the door waiting for someone to come home because I think theres something in the house. I hate this. I really really hate this...
No Im not. Im completely losing it.
I dont know. It might seem stupid and pointless and pathetic. But heres why.
My dog died Monday morning. I knew it was coming, but I mean, Ive had her since I was 3 years old. Im 16. When you think about it, she was as much a part of me as Im a part of me. But anyways. That has completely thrown everything out of proportion. I cut for the first time in almost 3 months. I have to say, it felt like a year, but I just had to do it. I have this project due tomorrow and Im not done yet. Its 11pm right now, and that projects worth 30% of my mark. Maybe I should finish it. I dont really care though. Im ready to just go to school and start crying. I cant take this. I need help. But I wont ask for it. I cant take this house anymore. My mothers an alchoholic, my dad said hes gonna leave if she doesnt smarten up soon. She wont. My friends are complete...well. They really just dont get it. They dont understand how serious I am. They dont know how self destructive I am. Ive tried to kill myself before and Ill do it again. I mean, I dont even know where half of this is coming from. I just need to get it out because the way I feel right now is unbearable. Its like, this pain, physically. Everywhere, and then dont even get me started about what goes on inside my head. When I get really bad, I start like, I guess distorting reality. I hear things and see things and get paranoid to the point where Ill sit in front of the door waiting for someone to come home because I think theres something in the house. I hate this. I really really hate this...