
Suicidal @ MindSay 
why? how come no matter how hard you try you always feel burned, at the end of the day u'd like to come home and see your loved one exchange hugs and kisses, and you focus on her melts away the earlier bullshit of your day. but instead you come home she looks at you like wtf you give her haircut money cause you shes tight since she paid off her tickets
no thank you or a smile or kiss or any exchange of affection, "I dont need it I'm good," why cant she just appreciate you what you do for her. shes really the only thing you care about or you wouldnt be staying in her apartment and you showing her your more responsible now and you can take care your stuff and her. nope no verbal or non-verbal communication you matter to her or your efforts arent going unnoticed
feeling drained, since no emotional satisfaction was established and shes more fixated on what hair style she should pick b4 she goes home to see your family at the end of the week. i wanted to get a pair of pants from target and asked her if she wants to come she said yeah but she sat there look at her hair styler demo thing on the internet so i went and crashed on the bed and decided not to go, she gets ready after she sees me lying on the bed and puts pants on and gets pissed when i say for the second time no i dont want to go anymore
so now shes pissed cause i changed my mind when she decided to get ready
why the fuck cant she just tell me she loves me or tell me thank you or show affection instead of being all billy bad ass and acts like she has no emotion to show....i fucking hate this im starting to see that she didnt give me another chance cause her attitude is still the same towards me
u'd think after this long she would neh so im starting to feel my repitive daily cycle more and more and more
wake up 6:30a
at work 7:00a
off work 6-7p
go home and be there for someone that acts like they cant show you any affection in return
i was thinking about buying a gun but all the information i've looked up doesnt really give me enough information to tell how long of a wait it would be if bought without a handgun license
then there is alway just getting on the highway and topping out my car and wrapping it around something
i dont just want to die or be dead(thats the obvious) i feel life fleeting from my dispecable body as i gasp my last mouthfuls of polluted air on this shit feeled mudball so i wont have to want to feel her touch or smell her smell when lay in bed
i wouldnt mind feeling the last ounces of my blood squirting from a main artery as i get hallucinative of my world around me and whats real and whats a dream and how death is take me between every blink
i want to stop feeling
i want to be done with this life and its repitiveness and feeling misunderstood
i hate being loved by everyone as a friend when i hate my self down to my shitty unachieving insides
i hate how the opposite sex is so fucking simplistically complex
everything should be black and white
known knowns and known unkowns no unkown unkowns and no unkown knowns
10:30p
i want to feel death i want to feel it violent rape life from my body
i wouldnt mind being electrocuted in my line of work and have my limbs blown off my body
i wish my mom and dad didnt care so much, and im glad my bro and sis are clueless, i wish my parents werent so attached to me cause im not
im not perfect in any way
i have bad credit
25,000 debt from a stupid saillie mae loan for devry that i didnt even finish
im just gonna pack my shit up and get the fuck out of dodge so when she comes back i'll help her unpack and go back to my apt or maybe ill finally kill myself and send for a cab and how them her home instead of her waiting for me
even after death i still want to take care of her i dont think im ever gonna stop feeling this way towards her
god i just want to be dead.....10:36p
I see Julie, my therapist, at 5 p.m. Today. It figures that I have to wait that long. Now I have the whole damn day to ruminate of everything I want to say and the mess I am going to be after wards. I guess, if you really want to look at it, I could chose not to cry but that is not even possible. I contracted for safety up until today and that was it. After that, I think everything is fair game. I won't be told I have to forfeit a session (well, I will if I tell my new therapist since the one Julie put in place still stands until we look at it) but at this point I don't give a rats ass.
Honestly, I think Julie is leaving the agency and I am not her only client that feels this way. I want to ask her but I am not sure it is my business anymore since after today she is no longer my therapist. I can't even believe this is all happening. Remembering her taking some responsible to me being told I made all of this happen. I did a lot, don't get me wrong but I feel things could have been worked through. I simply feel she has given up on me. I even feel like a lost cause even though she has told me differently.
I just started crying and it is only 7:14 a.m. I just want this over with so I can move on because I know what this is going to do emotionally. I have known for years I needed a new therapist but not under these circumstances. I just don't feel worthy enough like I am damaged goods. I know this all comes from childhood because of the abuse. She has even told me she knows I had trauma but she isn't sure to what extent. Wow, how do you process that comment. She said a few weeks ago and I still can't wrap my head around it. I am not sure I ever will be able to.
I still can't believe the days has come. As for the safety contract, it no longer stands after my session with her.
and, again, i don't feel like capitalization.
i haven't talked to my friends
in days.
and it's pretty depressing.
i miss andrew.
i haven't talked to him,
my best friend in the world,
in over sixteen days.
and, in two days,
i will have known him
for six months.
and, yes.
i am in love with him.
but, no.
he doesn't not love me back.
he is gay.
i know. it sucks.
i was yelled at
by my father
today.
he got mad because
i'm depressed.
but what am i supposed to do?
be happy
for him?
i can't do that.
i'm sorry
but i can't do that.
and my father is coming upstairs right now
to yell at me
for not cleaning.
my cousin
kristen is her name
she has ballet class tonight.
she's thirteen.
she's coming to my house on sunday.
and we're going to church together.
that should be fun
but probably won't.
because none of the high-schoolers are going to be there.
therefore life is horrid.
yes, i normally have good grammar.
but today i don't feel like capitalizing anything.
i love andrew.
i love daniel.
i love kristen.
and i love panic at the disco. how lovely.
because, again,
i do not feel like capitalizing anything.
and, again, i am suicidal.
and thirsty
and hungry.
and i have very little to write about
i suppose i could tell you all about my dream.
basically
i was dating
JON WALKER
of Panic At The Disco
and then
he thought i was cheating on him
with RYAN ROSS
of Panic At The Disco
but i wasn't
but i got mad at him
so i said
"jon, it's over!"
and then we both cried
for, like, three days straight
and then we talked
and then we got back together
and then
I WOKE UP.
isn't that wonderful?
i would just like to inform you
that i
samantha
am one-hundered percent
obsessed with
Panic At The Disco.
and don't try to say
"u dnt liek panic! cuz theyy hav a ! in there naymee!!!!!1111"
well, guess what, idiot?
they took it out.
almost two months ago.
so, yeah.
this blog
has been virtually pointless
therefore i am contemplating posting it.
and now
i have just realized
that i
samantha
have a project to do.
and it is due
tomorrow.
and i have not
even
started.
and
i am still
very
very
very
VERY
hungry.
so i think i
will go downstairs now
even though
my father will yell at me
for something
i did not do
and get something
to eat.
and to anybody
who's actually reading this:
listen to the song "fall for you"
by secondhand serenade.
it's pretty lovely.
and it makes me cry
whenever i hear it.
so
with that piece of information
i leave you, now
so
goodbye.
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