Everything that shines aint always gonna be gold.
I had a huge tripp lastnight. Potent buds, I imagined I skyped a friend of mine, who's username was rainbows in progress. And I thought i recognized that username so i went on a internet scavenger hunt but it turns out nothing of that sort happened and I just had uber-realistic hallucinations. And they weren't even interesting, they were common, every day things. But I did start freaking out and thinking that my friend who I am so far from right now was going to commit suicide but I was in no state to do anything about it and I was so scared.
And now I'm with my friends and It was really between me coming here and slitting my wrists in the bathtub and I decided to come here and now I'm wishing that I hadn't because I hate bringing these negative vibes places. And the worst part is that they aren't even asking about last night, if i'm okay, if Shes okay, whats wrong. And call me narcissistic but I wish they'd ask and really really really I'd ask them about there's but I can't even get a word out right now like literally it physically hurts to talk. And I know that that's stupid and dramatic of me but it's what is in my head right now and I wish they could be more *literally* empathetic and pick up the vibes i'm settting off and help me be okay because my wrist is hurting really bad right now and I need a hug or two or five hundred and I really want to cry and I can't do anything about it and I don't know what to do and I hate myself and I hate that I can't get over shit and i wish everything was easier even though I don't have it that hard and I wish my mom my dad people trusted me and I wish I hadn't turned out this way and I wish everyone was okay and I wish you would talk to me and I wish I could bleed more and I wish I was pretty or normal or happy with myself and not happy because i'm okay with being sad but happy, with myself.
I wish I could move on but I think theres some block that i'm creating myself in my mind and I can't get it out and i don't know what the fuck to do what the fuck am I supposed to do and I feel like this could end up being a suicide letter and I know that If i wasn't here at her house right now I would be finishing this up while I was waiting for the tub to fill and i'd be getting my vice and locking the door and getting the courage to do what I've been craving for years.
So
I don't know what to do.
I'm fine, though. Believe me.
I shouldn't drink anymore.
I had a huge tripp lastnight. Potent buds, I imagined I skyped a friend of mine, who's username was rainbows in progress. And I thought i recognized that username so i went on a internet scavenger hunt but it turns out nothing of that sort happened and I just had uber-realistic hallucinations. And they weren't even interesting, they were common, every day things. But I did start freaking out and thinking that my friend who I am so far from right now was going to commit suicide but I was in no state to do anything about it and I was so scared.
And now I'm with my friends and It was really between me coming here and slitting my wrists in the bathtub and I decided to come here and now I'm wishing that I hadn't because I hate bringing these negative vibes places. And the worst part is that they aren't even asking about last night, if i'm okay, if Shes okay, whats wrong. And call me narcissistic but I wish they'd ask and really really really I'd ask them about there's but I can't even get a word out right now like literally it physically hurts to talk. And I know that that's stupid and dramatic of me but it's what is in my head right now and I wish they could be more *literally* empathetic and pick up the vibes i'm settting off and help me be okay because my wrist is hurting really bad right now and I need a hug or two or five hundred and I really want to cry and I can't do anything about it and I don't know what to do and I hate myself and I hate that I can't get over shit and i wish everything was easier even though I don't have it that hard and I wish my mom my dad people trusted me and I wish I hadn't turned out this way and I wish everyone was okay and I wish you would talk to me and I wish I could bleed more and I wish I was pretty or normal or happy with myself and not happy because i'm okay with being sad but happy, with myself.
I wish I could move on but I think theres some block that i'm creating myself in my mind and I can't get it out and i don't know what the fuck to do what the fuck am I supposed to do and I feel like this could end up being a suicide letter and I know that If i wasn't here at her house right now I would be finishing this up while I was waiting for the tub to fill and i'd be getting my vice and locking the door and getting the courage to do what I've been craving for years.
So
I don't know what to do.
I'm fine, though. Believe me.
I shouldn't drink anymore.
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