(Arguement with me and me about my boyfriend and my mental state) Me: I love him… I’ll just wait till next month to hug him… Heart: he doesn’t love us… Brain: how about we start hugging Mr. Lust? He loves us more then (boyfriend)… Me: you two aren’t helping…. Heart and brain: dude you’re the unwanted one here. Heart: Brain shut up… you make us have severe depression… Brain: is that so?… why do you make her cry over (bf) every time he neglects us… hmm?… Depression: I think we should go back to bed…. Anxiety: but….. but…. we have…. school… to do… nononono please get up…. you’re making us look bad…. Family: grades need to be perfect. Me: fucking…. let me lay here…. AND DIE!!!!….
(I… have a problem… if you can tell….)
When you can't stop thinking of him/her... but you know they're gone forever....
Hehehe I will *glares and smiles at the guy who gulps and books it out the bar* Oh no you fucking don't! *her aim follows his movement and he's shot in the back of the head* oops I meant to hit him in the back of the leg *giggles drunkly and hops off the bar and slings the sniper on her back as she smiles weakly at Ida* You're not going to tell Monti are you??
Ida was awaken by her phone ringing. “Hello?” She asked sleepily, the voice of Bill the bartender from a bar that her friend and fellow state goes to. “Fine I’ll come and get her, just make sure she does not kill anyone” she said as she walked out her front door.
So his name isn't Kirito but that's his nick and I'm his Asuna. Anyway. I started taking Antidepressants to see if they would help. So far not. Kirito is my antidepressant and painkiller. I love him very much. If he ever finds my tumblr. Ti amo.
Ik, I gotta make sure Shelia doesn't pounce *winks and takes another shot as my phone goes off with Montana* Fuck...
Ida was awaken by her phone ringing. “Hello?” She asked sleepily, the voice of Bill the bartender from a bar that her friend and fellow state goes to. “Fine I’ll come and get her, just make sure she does not kill anyone” she said as she walked out her front door.
*giggles drunkly and rotates over, mumbling "you're fucked" and dropping her vodka bottle*
Ida was awaken by her phone ringing. “Hello?” She asked sleepily, the voice of Bill the bartender from a bar that her friend and fellow state goes to. “Fine I’ll come and get her, just make sure she does not kill anyone” she said as she walked out her front door.
For my Birthday. I want to die.
A suicidal soul
Dark and dreary singing of the nightmares under the bed be strong and let's survive this Hell. I'm a bipolar mentally fucked up girl... I'm extremely Suicidal...
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