I can't move.Sometimes for days. This time it's been three days since I've done anything productive.I get up and try to get dressed, I may even do my makeup, but then I lay back down because I know it's too stressful to deal with my life.Sometimes I'll get enough energy to run one errand and… Continue reading Catatonic.
Chester is gone and sometimes I want to be gone too.Today, one of my favorite performers took his own life. Chester Bennington was a singer for Linkin Park. He was early into his forties with a family, father to six children.I've seen countless posts today about how he had so much to live for, almost… Continue reading In the end.
I'd like to say that my lowest point was the first and only time I've ever cut myself. That would be a lie though.I can't remember the first, but the first time I can recall left a teeny mark on my chest. It was during some point in middle school and I was drowning with… Continue reading Scars.
It's 9:58 at night. No one is awake. I've texted my mother and she is asleep too. I'm freaking out.Alone.There isn't a reason for it. I just don't feel safe. It's not okay. I'm not okay.I feel like no matter where I am I'm not okay.I feel like I want to die.It's kind of cold… Continue reading A minor one…