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die young and save yourself
18 years ago
If there's something you want to see, just ask and godwilling, if I have the time and the means, I'll draw it for you. I've been feeling inspired lately, and God knows I love having stuff to do.
You want to know how lame my life is? This is a copy/paste of a journal I just posted elsewhere.
I just got home from work. It's ten at night and I got there at seven in the morning. My mother found out by accident that things are in order for me to move out and get an apartment at River's Edge, and believe me, it was a fun time when I got home. I work about sixty hours a week right now. I'm so tired. I'm going to need help moving on Thursday if anyone's in the mood. I'm so fucked if this all falls through, like with my car being changed over into my name and getting insurance and moving and paying for the move and rent. And my mom's just adding to the stress. I'm stretched so fucking thin these days, and I'm sorry I haven't seen much of anyone or spoken to most of you in a long time. I haven't even been online in about two weeks. I'm sorry. I'm just dissolving into nothingness right now and I'm scared. I don't know if I can take another failure or another heartbreak. I don't know if I can start over again. I don't know if everything's going to work out. It just feels like I've been dead for a long time, or at least spent a little too much time in the company of death. There's a part of me that knows I'm supposed to be dead already. There's a part of me that wishes I was. If I'm not out of my mom's house by this weekend, I'm going to kill myself. I just can't do it anymore. I'm just too tired. I'm tired of fighting for what really amounts to nothing in the end. I'm tired of it and I want to lay down and never wake up again. I just want some peace. Because I'm losing what's left of my already fractured soul and it's too painful. I just need things to work out for the best for once. Just this once and I won't ask for anything ever again, I promise.
I just got home from work. It's ten at night and I got there at seven in the morning. My mother found out by accident that things are in order for me to move out and get an apartment at River's Edge, and believe me, it was a fun time when I got home. I work about sixty hours a week right now. I'm so tired. I'm going to need help moving on Thursday if anyone's in the mood. I'm so fucked if this all falls through, like with my car being changed over into my name and getting insurance and moving and paying for the move and rent. And my mom's just adding to the stress. I'm stretched so fucking thin these days, and I'm sorry I haven't seen much of anyone or spoken to most of you in a long time. I haven't even been online in about two weeks. I'm sorry. I'm just dissolving into nothingness right now and I'm scared. I don't know if I can take another failure or another heartbreak. I don't know if I can start over again. I don't know if everything's going to work out. It just feels like I've been dead for a long time, or at least spent a little too much time in the company of death. There's a part of me that knows I'm supposed to be dead already. There's a part of me that wishes I was. If I'm not out of my mom's house by this weekend, I'm going to kill myself. I just can't do it anymore. I'm just too tired. I'm tired of fighting for what really amounts to nothing in the end. I'm tired of it and I want to lay down and never wake up again. I just want some peace. Because I'm losing what's left of my already fractured soul and it's too painful. I just need things to work out for the best for once. Just this once and I won't ask for anything ever again, I promise.
Lolly-Pup
~lolly-pup
God damn emo kid! If you need to talk you NEED to call me for fucks sake!
Asria
~asria
Life sucks, and then you die. You're the only one who can decide if you want to stick it out for the good parts in between. Depression comes from inside, not outside.
