GammaGeek wrote:
What's the point? I'm just a "F****ing stupid, slobbish pyscho that cares only about [myself]". My own mother just told me she hates me, my father is offically dead to me, my brother Matt left me, all my friends are gone and not a soul in the world cares that every morning I have to pull the knife away. I take so much care making sure it's sharp and clean, but I can never use it. And of course it's the biggest damn knife in the drawer. Why not? Slasher films used to be one of those things that made me happy. Now, like the rest, it's one of those things that make me feel already dead. But, being the sick freak I happen to be, I happen to find the idea amusing. Gonna die Jason style. Or not, since I'm too f****ing stupid to do it.
I've failed. I knew I'd never make it to 17, but I never thought I'd be expecting death tomorrow. Jeezus I am a disgrace to the family. In a family of blacksheep, I'm the blackest. And I'm just digging down further and further. Where the light has gone, I don't know. I don't care much anymore. I just don't want to get hurt anymore. I don't want to die, but it's like it's the only way out. I'm already practically lying in a coffin rotting away as the stupid zombie I've become.
Why the hell am I even posting this? Even if I AM subconsciously begging like a baby for help, how are any of you gonna help? No offense, but I might as well be on another planet. Alone on a planet sounds real nice really.
Screw this. I need to f***ing call someone before I put Mr. Voorhees to use.
See a counseller or a psychologist. Taking your life right now is not a good idea at all, as there's so much of your life that you've not experienced yet.
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If the phrase "you are what you eat" is correct, technically we must all be cannibals.