Why?
There are days when I ask myself why am I here? What am I living for? Than there are days like today when you’re with you’re friends and you forget all the crap you’re going through because they make you happy. Than you leave and go home and you remember everything going on in your life and a whole day of wonderful is ruined by a whole night of terrible. That’s what happens to me every time I come home from anything play, youth group, school, or seeing my friends. It always happens to me no matter what. I hate coming home. I hate being home. Nobody understands. My family might be going through the same thing but they don’t seem to care about whats going on like I do. A day of wonderful to a night of terrible. Than that night of terrible turns wonderful again but only for a little while. It gets so much better when the one thing you love more than anything in the world comes barging into your bedroom and jumps on top of you to make sure your ok. My kitten still makes me happy…most of the time. Than there are those days where you just stop giving a fuck and you completely give up on life and you don’t care if you cut or hurt yourself and you don’t care if you die tomorrow because you are so depressed that it is literally killing you. These are the days where nothing makes you happy and that is what I feel like right now
I really want to start cutting again I can’t take this pain any more I really wanna die
So have you ever had one of those days where yoy were just extreamly upset and all you wanted was someone to talk to and tell you everythings going to be alright well that was me today and I’m so extreamly happy that my two best friends came to visit today. My face lit up when they walked into the room it just made me so happy what would I do without those boys? I love them so much
Reblog this and see what you get.
- 1: You’re ugly.
- 2: I hate your tumblr.
- 3: I love your tumblr.
- 4: You’re my Tumblr crush.
- 5: Your Tumblr is amazing.
- 6: You’re hot.
- 7: You’re gorgeous.
- 8: You’re pretty.
- 9: I want your number.
- 10: I’m on your blog often.
