Monday, October 15, 2012

I'm sick

I'm sick. You're quite aware that i'm sick yet you haven't even messaged me all day. Seriously? Do I not mean anything to you? Can you not even check to see if I'm still alive? Yet you can message other people. I bet you weren't ignoring your 'friends'; you know those hypocrites who piss you off so much. Fuck this I'm done.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Fucking vs making love

It appears I can't have sex without an emotional connection. Well i can but it doesn't feel the same. I need him to tell me that he loves me in order for it to feel truly good. Although I have no problems with other things...sigh.

This situation is so messed up. Why doesn't he see how good we are together? How right it is? When will things go back to the way they were?

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Hate

I hate them

I want to fucking kill them

They hate me and they're slowly driving me insane. Then again it isn't so slow any more.

Can feel my sanity slipping away. Crazy crazy so fucking crazy.

Crazy enough to kill them or me.

When will it end?

When will the pain stop before my heart stops or the blood drops?




Friends

When I tell people I have no friends they look at me funny

Like if it's the easiest thing in the world.

I'm an introvert, I'm depressed and now I'm starting to hate most people.

I think of secondary school and my days of having a 'group' of friends

Those are over now.

Just wish I had someone to talk to. Someone to hold me. Someone to care.

No, all I get are fucking 5 minute Whatsapp convos with people who can't even be bothered to check to see if I'm still alive the next day.

Who forget me all day then fucking message me at 11 to say hi.

Dumb cunt. I'm not your friend clearly, why would I be. You're definitely not mine.

Alone forever. Forever alone.

Didn't bother me much then but now without you everything else is gone.




My thoughts are disorganised and my hands are shaking.

Time to talk to my phone but even that doesn't understand me.

Death Must Be Easier

I love you. I miss you. I need you. I might as well scream it to the wind.

Does it matter to you? Do you care? Do you think about me at all?

My life is slowly falling apart.

I have nothing of value to offer anyone any more. Nothing to contribute.

Empty, broken, meaningless...

Just want to cease to exist.

Maybe then you'll care. Maybe you'll want to be with me then.