Nothing feels better than a clean sharp razor to the skin, its the only thing i feel comfort in the only thing i feel i can confide in, releasing my problems for at least alittle while, the color of my own blood has become my biggest security blanket.
My grandpas dying, no medication works for me, val hates me, and im just a bother to everyone, cant find the point of my life anymore
hey im feeling much better, getting on new meds starting friday, get to see my grandpa in the hospital today, and everything seems to be okay today. lets hope it stays that way… i plan to be back up and running with this blog hopefully by the end of this week! look forward to hearing from everyone.
I have been so shitty at writing lately i got put on a new medication and i just cant think or do anything write now one more week on theses meds hopefully and then something less strong.
I started my new therapist today, hes a guy he seems nice, im feeling horrible from this medication in like a zoombie my brain hurts to think
So your keeping me away from everyone because my therapist said im dangerous because of my schitzophrenia? your fucking kidding me right…so for the past 3 weeks you have been fucking up all my friendships because you want to listen to some bitch tell you that i am a danger to society because of my mental instability. And you are just telling me this now… the whole time when i didnt understand why i wasnt aloud to see any of my friends that was the fucking reason? What was your next plan tell me? what were you going to fucking do put me in a bubble, a hospital, what? You may not hit me, or yell at me, or rape me, but you are the same liar mom is. How could you not fucking tell me that.
Thanks for telling me i can go out today, but ill pass there really isnt a point in even seeing people just rather be a fucking loser like always and sit in my bed watching scooby doo and playing with leggos.