im fucking pissed off. I cleaned my apartment and now i got another fucking list of shit to do. I want to cut, it's my new favorite coping mechanism. I've given up on stoping for now. What the fuck is the point? It's my body. Who cares. grrrrrrrrr. parts are pissed about this. all it does is motivate me to do the bare minimum. I'm not going to clean on sunday morning anymore until they tell me what to do. i hate this. i really fucking hate this. i want to cry i am so damn angry. im so tired of this bullshit. i dont want a male staff. he's weird and awkward and it creeps me out. shit. i feel like everything i do is a fucking mistake. forget it. forget it all. the blood can wash it away.
-molliebear
-molliebear
posted by sadangelx at 5:17 PM
1 Comments:
Hey...since when was cutting a NEW coping mechanism anyways? hehehe...is it just at the top of the list atm? I hear ya...the word "rules" should be removed from any dictionary and language. As you can see I'm home...tried to call u but I think u were out. Miss u lots...some update on my blog finally...for u my molliebear. We have much to catch up on...as u can see by my early reappearance, it sucked a lot. Special request...PLEASE change yer name on this thing to MollieBear or something, and ditch "fatso"...while i am so respectful that that's how u feel...it makes me mucho sad a lot when I come on yer blog...I get all choked up and teary-eyed and emotional when I see it, so please please change it for me??? *hugs* LYG!!!
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