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Sunday, March 18, 2007

A Prisoner of Life.
It's getting harder and harder to keep up each day. You know? Living and that sort. The fantasy that I've always retreated to during hard times broke a long time ago and now it seems that the reality is begining to crack before my eyes and the people whom I thought really loved me begin to rip open and reveal their true selves. Times are getting harder and harder... and the urge to simply die is starting to bubble and boil now. Honestly, the thought of killing myself has been crossing my mind over and over and is clashing with the last few strands of sanity that I still have. I have realized that there are no more safe places to hide from reality and there are just a few people who I can actually talk to. It kills me knowing that only a few complete strangers online have been the only things keeping my strands of reality from breaking.

I've been told to simply move on with my life, but... damnit! You fucking people don't know how hard it is to live with people who make you feel like fucking shit every single day and to live with people who are horrible, pointless, fucked up wastes of life and the only damn time you can actually be happy is when you are sleeping! Even then, my fuckin head is screwed up and I can't even sleep peacefully. I can't fucking sleep. I'm stuck in my bed all night, staring at the ceiling. I'm a fucking prisioner of this damn life.

I just sometimes wish I had someone ALWAYS there to talk to. I've tried talking to myself... but trying to solve problems about yourself with yourself when you need someone else won't work.

Fuck this damn world.

Nothing is worth it. Even trying to help yourself get through life always ends badly. In the end, I always seem to realize what a horrible person I am.
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12:41am
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"I see squirrels humping ferocious dogs. Oh the horror... oh the fucking horror..."
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