watching while eating

Here I am in front of the computer watching some Nip/Tuck…sex scenes while eating fish. I don’t know what kind of fish it is. It tastes awful! God, that guy from Nip/Tuck is sexy as HELL! 

I HATE MY LIFE

I hate my life. 

am i bad? is that why people don’t love me?

My parents always tell me that I’m “bad.” It hurts me when they say that ’cause I know I’m not bad. I’m not an evil person. It’s just … it’s hard for me to control my emotions sometimes.

suicidal

Just tried to commit suicide the day before yesterday, and I didn’t succeed, apparently. Well, I didn’t really wanna die. I just wanted somebody to take me to the hospital, but no one did. They saw the blood, but didn’t take me to the hospital. They totally ignored me. My mother even told me she doesn’t love me anymore and that she’s gonna leave me because I make her life difficult.

alone

Gawd, I just wanna be alone. I don’t want to baby-sit. I don’t want to share my room with anybody. I don’t want anyone getting too close to me. ARGGHGH!H! 

too close

The     

Closeness

Is

            Su-

                        -oh

            -f-

c-         c-        

a—aaaa—tt—

ing

i—i

            have to

run-

                                    a

                                                w

                                        a     

                                                yy

go

                        wherever my

            feet

                        take    

             ME

Maybe

I’ll

Just             ride the

            W       

                        I   

                             N

                        D

 float

            To another

                        U-N-I-V-E-R-S-E

Blogthings- How’s Your Inner Child?

Your Inner Child Is Sad

You’re a very sensitive soul. You haven’t grown that thick skin that most adults have. Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone. You don’t let many people in - unless you’ve trusted them for a long time.

How Is Your Inner Child?

To my childhood friend

You don’t greet me. You don’t talk to me. You don’t IM me. You don’t give me comments. Have you forgotten about me? Am I nothing to you now? Don’t you love me anymore? Don’t you know that you’re breakin’ my heart into pieces? Don’t you know that you’re important to me? Don’t you know that I’ve given you my trust even if it’s so hard for me to trust anyone? Don’t you know that you were the best friend I’ve ever had? Don’t you know that I miss you so much? Don’t you know that there are over a million things I wanna say to you right now? Don’t you know that you’re all I think about every single day of my life? Don’t you know that I love you?
We live in the same neighborhood. How come you don’t talk to me? Is it your girlfriend? Did she tell you not to talk to me? How come you listened to her? I’ve known you longer. Or is it your choice to cut me off? Whatever the reason is, please tell me. I want to know.  Just don’t tell me you don’t care about me anymore ’cause I don’t know if I can take it. I’m already bleeding inside.