I finally snapped.
You know, I thought it would be easier to cope just by severing all ties. But day to day I just want to scream and cry. Ultimately I’ve come to find myself going into the bathroom and running the water just to sit with my back towards the door on the floor crying.
People look at me in such a bad light but in reality, I can’t comfort anyone if I can’t even do the same to myself. I just end up worse.
Sorry America, Canada doesn’t want Bieber back therefore keep him for gods sake.
Bring Rob ford with him too prz, LOL
Today I woke up in a pile of blood because a wound reopened. If you want me to be honest, I’ll be honest. At this moment I’m barely 80lbs. I don’t see myself lasting another year.
I pushed everyone away and lost the desire to open up or become close to people. Things that trigger me go unnoticed to other people how they affect me. I built up walls to protect the people I care about along with myself yet I’ve built those walls in such a way I can’t even break them down.
For the past year I’ve been going through a lot and while learning to deal with the cards I’ve been dealt I didn’t know any other way to cope other than shut down entirely and allow that sense of hope to scatter.
I’m living each day as if it’s a punishment. I’ve accepted the fact I have no easy way out. Occasionally I just feel empty, other times I feel as if my head is dunked underneath a pool of water with no oxygen.
I would do anything to turn back time. But, each day is more and more suffocating and it’s getting difficult to even connect with people anymore because of an overwhelming sense of fear.