charlie_z
Student
- Apr 30, 2018
- 184
Jan 31, 20
When I was a kid in school, 2'nd grade I think, I used to scribble the words 'Help Me' onto the butcher's paper we used to cover the schoolbooks. How even then I knew how fucked I was is beyond me. I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to talk to therapist anymore. I don't want to hate my mother anymore. I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want to ceaselessly tell my myself how useless and pointless my life is anymore.
I am nothing. I am not known. I am growing into desperation and hate. I am growing unable to feel love and beauty. All I know now is fear and anxiety. And I am a coward. I should have taken my life long ago.
When I was a kid in school, 2'nd grade I think, I used to scribble the words 'Help Me' onto the butcher's paper we used to cover the schoolbooks. How even then I knew how fucked I was is beyond me. I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to talk to therapist anymore. I don't want to hate my mother anymore. I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want to ceaselessly tell my myself how useless and pointless my life is anymore.
I am nothing. I am not known. I am growing into desperation and hate. I am growing unable to feel love and beauty. All I know now is fear and anxiety. And I am a coward. I should have taken my life long ago.