I stopped posting for a while. Not like anybody truly noticed. I mean, who reads this stuff anyway. But I had stopped putting things out there, that's for sure.
I did this because I thought I was done.
I got a boyfriend, I was writing again, and I seemed to fool myself into thinking that I was as happy as a normal human being.
I was lying.
Everything came rushing back this past week.
The feeling of hate. Rage. Denial. Self-loathing. There was no way for me to get rid of it either. It just sat there, warming to a boil.
I can't stand it.
I've decided that tonight I'm going to cut. Which this will be the first since a few weeks before My Chemical Romance broke up.
I'm nervous about doing it again, but.... It's for the best...
Nobody cares if I do this. Nobody will notice. Nobody will help.
They will all just stand by and watch my downhill tragedy.
I hope you're happy about this.
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