It's almost impossible to think about suicide. I try. I really try to go back to how it was before. A couple tears, how it would feel to slice the veins that jut out through the thin sheet of flesh and rip it open with blood dripping in one thick stream. Even writing that sentence didn't stir me! It's sort of nice to have to find a different outlet as opposed to having that dark place to curl up to. But then again when everything is crashing around me, sort of, I wouldn't mind the familiarity I have navigating my imagination. I'm really sensitive to other people and my relationships with those people. Now I'm getting them right!
Also mixing up the hours I take pills, was a bad idea.
About Me
- Hell's Quookie
- Majority of the time I feel like I am a ghost wandering the hallways of people's minds, learning how to flow back and forth between this world and my own. But seriously, I read too much and allow myself to get sucked into the lives of characters because they are never in short supply. I am a dreamer, a melodrama queen, and above all else a sinner.
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