Okay, so I've been pretty effed up lately, and a bunch of people are telling me to calm down and that things will be okay. But what is truly okay? Honestly. Pullthetrigger, being one of those people, I do actually consider a friend even though I only know her from here because h**l, it seems more sincere when someone you've never met before cares enough to reply to all your questions because they have no reason to lie or put on an act (so this post isn't intended towards her). Then there's my boyfriend...who sort of cares, but doesn't really count. He only "cares" because I just happened to be the first female he met who didn't cheat on him...Or so he thinks, anyway. It's not me he's in love with, it's not who I am, it's not because he thinks I'm special or unique. He's just one of those people who doesn't give a d**n who he's with, as long as the person isn't a total a*****e (Which I am. He just doesn't know this. But I figure, hey, he's using me too. Just to have a girlfriend). And there's my ex, who I'm completely and utterly still in love with and would do anything for, and he claims the same but yet doesn't want to be "confined" in a relationship. And, of course, I have a few friends here and there, who talk to me when I'm content, but never when I feel like s*** because they don't want to deal with it. Oh, and I'd also like to add the fact that my family watches my every f***ing move. They're like spies. I'm 19 years old -- I know I'm still a f***ing teenager, but that's no reason to suffocate me until I become so depressed that I cut (h**l, I'm running out of f***ing room for that, even. I can't do it anywhere but my legs because being a pharmacy tech, we don't want people seeing and thinking I'm insane, now do we?), attempt suicide, and f***ing isolate myself from the world just to grasp a little bit of oxygen. I can't even step foot outside of the house without getting 10 missed calls and 5 voicemails. I'd just up and leave if it wasn't for the fact that I go to school here until Feb. So, I'm basically stuck, and I have a feeling I'm going to get to my breaking point soon. Either leave here and stay at a motel, my boyfriend's house, or just finally kill myself. I can't take this s***. I can't take living here. I can't take people. \\Anyway, I'm about to go to school now right before i once again intoxicate myself on alcohol (and no I won't be driving). Was going to be absent today because I felt like s*** and most likely couldn't concentrate on anything for the life of me, but if I stay home, I start thinking too much and might rid the entire household of all the Tylenol. So, off I go. And yes, I do curse a lot, probably belong in a mental facility, and no I don't care if you haven't read all of this. No need to tell me what I already know.
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