jane siberry’s music makes me wanna shot myself
maclau
her music is so, so, SO, sad.
i want to shot myself or something.
today lifes makes no sence. like i’m screwed and there’s no light at the end of the tunnel. nothing to fight for. nothing to live for. no strenght, no anything.
wanting to die is the constant. but i’m sucha chicken shit.
looks like i’m important to someone. he keep saying this nice things to make me feel important… but… is that enough? we all know it’s not.
it;s not about my depression or how pathetic i feel about myself, it that clearly actually there’s nothing left to do in this life. there’s no meaning at all. nothing to work for, nothing to live for.
no hopes, no dreams, nothing. just this empty space inside myself.
no brain, no heart, no soul
they would notice? if i go? if i leave? anyone would realize after i’m gone the so many times i cried for help here and got ignored?
i don’t think so. noone will notice. cuz noone is here. i’m all alone. and there’s nothing left to live.
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