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.
Me: *sees a cute couple walking* oh look a cute happy couple
Heart: *very depressed and shallow* My love...
Me: *sees Valentine's stuff* hey look something I'll never get.
Stomach: *growling* chocolateeeee...
Me: *sees my family* haha fuck you all I'm talking to my
Brain: *snarky* must cry and read fanfics and depressing songs of love.
Heart and Stomach: is there chocolate involved?
Brain: do you care?
*ends up crying in the end*
Any day... of the damn week...
I... told you I didnt...want to hurt you... but I still made you cry.... I'm a fucking monster... I hurt you...again....please stop loving me... don't love a monster who can't love herself....
Raemaone Nightinggale
That Dodge Charger is still parked on the back road right? *opens the bottle and drinks a li bit* I think I'll use that this time instead of a horse
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.
(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….)
*Alyaska is found standing ontop of the bar holding her AK 47 sniper rifle, drunkly aimin the gun at a guy who looks like he's seen hell* TRY CALLIN ME A SLUT AND SEE IF YOU'LL LIVE!
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.
..no one will ever hear..
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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