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Stay AwayWhy do I always ruin everything? What is programmed inside me to constantly and continuously fuck up.Stay Away
Can’t you see I hate myself.
Can’t you see how much I want to die and rip and tear inside. Why is it my fault? I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I didn’t want this.
I hate that my life was saved. I wish I’d died that night in June. I should have. Its not like I’m worth anything. Every time that “better” comes along, the one I tell all my depressed friends about, I do something to ruin it. I don’t even know how its my fault. But it is. &nbs
by ~Nargs
RememberingI remember the times when I used to lick the blood off my arms. I remember the nights I would cry myself to sleep – and the nights when I just couldn’t cry at all.Remembering
I remember the times when everything I saw was so clouded, I decided not to look anymore. I remember when I hated myself so much.
But…
Now I remember the times I’ve smiled so hard I haven’t been able to stop. The times I’ve laughed until it hurt.
The first time I met an old friend. A hug on a busy train station. The first time I met a new friend. A kiss on an unfamiliar so
by ~Nargs
Haunting.Please. Don't. Don't let it come back. Don't let the feeling fester and grow.Haunting.
Don't let it breathe and multiply, until it becomes the only thing I can see.
A cloud, fogging everything, stumbling through, no direction, no direction... I'm lost. My cloud. That sinking feeling, getting lower, and each time bringing a fear and panic that freezes me to one spot.
I can't move. I can't see. I can't feel. I can't get away. I want to, so much. I don't want to be in this place again. This place, fuelled by my guilt, my own mistakes, every move I made, even the ones
by ~Nargs
The 31st Of MayTwilight. An owl in the distance. The smell of pine trees. A growing feeling that something is very wrong.The 31st Of May
Somehow I knew where I was going. My pace, at first following the path curiously had turned into an urgent, panicked run. My breath was coming fast at the combination of throwing myself up the steep hill path and the fear inside me. Something tugged, a desperate, silent scream from the invisible link between me and her. I rounded a corner, and stumbled at the sight. There, there she was, spinning slowly, as if completing a dance move, white cloth, and raven black hair floating out behind her. To look at her
by ~Nargs
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*meows and exits stage left*
"There are those who express themselves through words... Others do it through pictures... Luckily for me, I am both and neither at once." - A friend.
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Like a cat in a tumble dryer O.0
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Like a cat in a tumble dryer O.0
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*meows and exits stage left*
"There are those who express themselves through words... Others do it through pictures... Luckily for me, I am both and neither at once." - A friend.
*crawls into corner and cries quietly*
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*meows and exits stage left*
"There are those who express themselves through words... Others do it through pictures... Luckily for me, I am both and neither at once." - A friend.
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Like a cat in a tumble dryer O.0
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*meows and exits stage left*
"There are those who express themselves through words... Others do it through pictures... Luckily for me, I am both and neither at once." - A friend.
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