it was okay but it was almost as if i'd read it before somewhere. familiar i guess you could say. simple. no underlying pull. it didn't make me feel emotional but it was good. personally not for me. but thank you.
i just want to put this out there. don't take this to heart... not that you would.
i am a nobody just like you and the others around us but that's okay. i kinda like being invisible yet at the same time i get frustrated if i'm ignored. guess i'm just another imperfect mess.
hey how you doin'. hope you're happy. no i seriously do cos i feel a connection to some people. can't get them of my mind then if something awful happens to them i blame it on myself. for not being there. never being there.
i'm not (thankfully) gonna spout crap about wanting to jump of a window ledge and die cos truth is even if i do i wont. sorry do ignore me. its just spouting bull sometimes makes me feel better about myself.
i don't like it when it's so clear. the marks and the blood. its sad. and pathetic that i see it as just a normal part of life. though its normal for friends to be messed up in the head if there friend threatens to slit their wrists without meaning to.
it's normal though right? that people our age feel suicidal. that they cut themselves. tell me its normal. i think its normal. i hope its not.
oh goodness, please don't feel that way. I've gone through self-harm before, and it's unhealthy, hon: there are so many better outlets than that, outlets that don't leave scars. You won't be ignored forever: some day you will find your niche, someday you will find a place in which you can be happy. I don't know you, but you're lovely and wonderful and you deserve the world, okay?
no. i don't. see me as the victim and you will be regretting it the rest of your life. riddles talk to me. i talk to riddles. sorry. i dont self harm. friends of mine do. their choice i guess but sometimes i can't help wishing they would die. get it over and done with. then i hear myself talking as if im a third person in my own life story and i hate myself for it. the truth is they wont stop.never.ever and thats cool. not really. sorry for bothering you. i liked your story bout the old woman moving house. should be published. no could be. its good. agree with you on tfios. though for a short time i liked it. a little. after thinking, something i need to do more. i begin to hate it. have the urge to burn it.
can i ask im not the only person in the world to have an imaginary friend right. his okay, she is funny and contradicting. doesn't have a name though. wow i have no life. no life. what am i living for. if i dont have something in life worth dying for why don't i just die. like mlk said if you have nothing worth dying for than you dont deserve to live. oh gee. i keep imagining i were with you as a real person. i wouldn't talk. much. at all. im awkward that way. you would see me as a insecure nobody. its cool. its what i think of myself. jeez is it just me or do you hate lines of deep philosophy that are impossible to comprehend. are too easy to understand. i like a challenge. due to exam results im apparently stupid. thats okay normally stupid people live a happier and more fufilling life anyway.
im sorry. how are you. tired like me. thinking unlike me. in this upside down society. have you ever had a romance with a country... metaphorically of course. then again i dont even know the definition of a metaphor. or a simile, they scatter. words scatter and hide from me. even if i call for them to come back. they've left. words. i cant hide behind them. maybe if i use banana repeatedly though i will have to hide from that lurking straight jacket around the corner. sorry. really i am. dont read if you dont want to.