suicide dreams... I used to have them a lot. Especially right before I'd go to bed. I'd just be laying there trying to go to sleep and I'd imagine different ways to die. Or if i was sitting at my computer or where ever and just looking at my wrists. I could see razors going across them. It's been a while since I've had one... but i remember them. Now I know better. Some people don't... and that upsets me a lot. Especially when it's someone I care about. There is always a better way. There is an entire world out there that needs to be expierenced. And for as long as I can remember I've done the same thing when I got too stressed. I ran away. And at first I was ashamed of this, but now I know better. If something is so upsetting I don't like life... I shouldn't be around that. Regardless of what that thing is. School... skipped out on it more than once. Jobs... ha! All that's left is this place. And once it gets to be too much I'll be gone. I'm getting an urge anyway.
QOTD: you're a slave to yourself and you don't even know.
QOTD: you're a slave to yourself and you don't even know.