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Pardon my language [Dec. 13th, 2007|03:59 pm]
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...but Jesus Fucking Christ.....

What the hell is the matter with me?

I can't think straight, I can't shoot straight (yeah don't go there), I can't sleep, don't feel like eating and when I do it's all wrong, I am waking up every night and I can't breathe...

I am not being myself.  I have no patience, no compassion.  I am being a bitch and I don't like me very much right now....

Every time I turn around, yet another things is wrong.

Goddess help me.  And please forgive me...

From: liam021471
2007-12-14 01:28 pm (UTC)

Staring into the abyss!

I can imagine what it must be like, then again being the holidays doesn't make ANYTHING any easier. No wonder this is the highest suicide season of the year.
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