My family knows nothing about mental illness. They don't know what I'm going through. They'll sure know about it when I die. I'm so sick of the way I'm feeling. I wish I could get somebody already. I want to kill myself and God's like, "Do it, I don't care." That's his attitude towards me. I am so hurt. I want to be with Jeff so much. I don't want to be on this goddamned earth anymore. I mean, it sucks! What the hell am I living for? Everyday is just a lonely, depressing day. How could God be in control? I don't believe that shit. Nobody on my mother's side has a mental illness. My brother has no afflictions. Why couldn't I be like them? God created me by him for him? He couldn't create a more attractive person? He couldn't create me free of afflictions? My whole life has been fucked up!
2 comments on Sick of Being M.i.
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sweetthing198
said 2 years ago
what r u talkin about [WINK]
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lilscrappy
said 2 years ago
what do you mean what am I talking about?[HUH]
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