Apr 2013
I look at myself in the mirror
and feel ashamed. I look at
myself in the mirror and
wonder why I'm so
ashamed.
I talk loudly and write in
desperation, trying to
drown out the
shame.
Trying to drown it
out before it
drowns
me.
and feel ashamed. I look at
myself in the mirror and
wonder why I'm so
ashamed.
I talk loudly and write in
desperation, trying to
drown out the
shame.
Trying to drown it
out before it
drowns
me.
I don't know if I'd ever commit suicide, seeing as I'm going to die anyway.
I call it 'inexplicable' because I have no rational reason to feel the way I do. My life is good. Amazing, really.
If anyone has suggestions on how to deal with all this, it would be much appreciated.
I call it 'inexplicable' because I have no rational reason to feel the way I do. My life is good. Amazing, really.
If anyone has suggestions on how to deal with all this, it would be much appreciated.
