Why the fuck do I keep thinking about things I know I shouldn’t? I continually dwell on the past, even though its unbearable, it makes me feel so terrible. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I just wanna go home. I don’t want to be here anymore. It’s too hard. I just want to be with him again.
Fuck yes Day Release, Day Release, Day Release! Just enough time to get home and see him for a few hours before I have to go back for a few more weeks.
Cause you are my medicine, When you’re close to me, When you’re close to me ♥
Just because you have eyes doesn’t give you license to stare at my chest. Gah fucking uncomfortable much..
Oh my God, Oh my God, If only he knew, If only he knew, If only he knew about the world Without the bullshit and the lies. We could’ve saved him, They could’ve saved me. But instead I’m here drowning In my own fucking mind, and I’ll be damned if you’re the death of me. Blood and ink stain the walls, silently with bloodied knuckles, carry on, hoping...
I keep feeling guilty because I’m here, at the clinic. Like I shouldn’t be here, there’s too many other people to take care of and I feel like I’m neglecting them by being here. But fuck, I’m sorry, I really am, but this is fucking hard. I’m not on a fucking holiday. I’m in a recreation of personal hell. I’m trying to save my life here. I...
Now, in regards to my earlier post, what I’m really trying to say is that even now, I’m in a fucking mental hospital and I’m still not getting the acknowledgment from the people I need it from. Especially my family. They call me up and ask how my day way and expect me to answer ‘fine’ and so I do, and then they prattle on with their trivial problems because, as...
It’s so fucking hard being away from him. Today’s the worst. I miss him so much it hurts
My Boyfriend is the best ever
… Just sayin’… ^_^
Bitch I will kill you and make it look like an accident. I am in a mental ward. Pretty sure I could wipe out half these people and claim it was suicide. Ohhh bad thoughts. Sooo much hate.
I’m starting to realise how few actually care. I should’ve know this already. This is a lesson that’s been round and round over time: Those who are meant to protect you can always hurt you. Those who are meant to teach you about life will screw up your mind forever. And, no matter how close to you someone was, how many times they say they’d never leave you, It only...
So… I may be mistaken, but I think one of my best friends is angry at me because I said that I didn’t think that her idea of an ‘awesome girls night’ (which within my close circle of friends usually involves copious amounts of alcohol) when I get out of the the psychiatric clinic that works highly as a rehab centre, that I’m currently checked into - limited amount of...
sortofkindofmaybe asked: I just saw your post about being admitted. As someone who has gone through some very hard times herself, I am here (albeit virtually) if you ever want to talk. sortofkindofmaybe is my personal blog, but recoveryasareality is my recovery and positivity blog if you ever want to check it out. I hope you feel better soon. Sending positive thoughts your way. xx, Vivian
Anonymous asked: Sorry to be so blunt about asking why haha is everything okay? Hope you get better xo
Anonymous asked: how come
Anonymous asked: clinic?
Going away for a while.
Ok, I don’t really know what to say. Um.. You know how a couple of months back I got some asks about my mental health and I had the balls to tell the truth? Yeah, well, life is tough, as it is for many, and today is a hard one for me. In a minute my mum is driving me a couple of hours away where I’ll be admitted to a clinic for a while. I’m not sure how long, my guess is a couple...
Tomorrow will be interesting...
I have no idea what to feel right now. I’m kinda scared, really anxious, very nervous and wary of the implications of tomorrow and beyond, but also semi proud of myself and keen to see what’s going to happen. But mostly I’m just confused, upset and overwhelmed over everything. These circumstances are too much to handle.