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Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Sep 9th, '15, 02:08
by Errisa
Sometimes I feel really alone. And left out. And like a jealous monster.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Sep 9th, '15, 12:56
by ραριℓℓση ηιтєѕ
Spoiler
I hate everyone and everything at my fucking job.
I hate that I had to give up my day off to cover some stupid fucker's shift.
I hate that I'm going to probably have to go back to 5 nights in a row.
I hate that I'm going to be working 40 hour weeks for minimum pay at a job I couldn't give a fucking shit about.
I HATE THE FAST FOOD INDUSTRY.
I HATE BEING AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND.
I'M FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS.
I'M FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED.
I want nothing more than to be happy...but all I am is depressed.
Suicide is more often than not on my mind lately...it would be so easy.
It would be easy to do it right now, in fact.
I have a blade just a few feet away in a craft box.
But I'm a coward...and I can't do it...
So...I'll just keep suffering...
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Sep 9th, '15, 18:14
by jacobgrey
Fucking rejections for work that I know damn well I'm over qualified for. Jumping through hoops for freelance work and not even getting it and then having a form rejection letter that doesn't actually apply to the work I sent in. I love freelance work except for that small minority of companies that just couldn't give a shit. Excuse me while I go look at my positive reviews on freelancing sites to calm down.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Sep 17th, '15, 18:50
by Alith Anar
I am increasingly feeling like I am nothing more than a burden to you... I hate living here so far from my family and the people that used to be my friends... I have no-one here and unless you take me somewhere I am trapped inside with no real interaction with other people. But at the same time I am happy that I don't have to see people or interact with strangers on a regular basis. I'm not sure if you or my social anxiety is trapping me more, but I can't live like this forever... I don't know what to do anymore because you seem happy with the way things are. All I feel like doing most days is crying until there are no more tears left. I feel fat, ugly and so alone that it makes me question why you are with me and how could you possibly love me? I wish I could just disappear like I had never even existed...
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Sep 18th, '15, 13:50
by ραριℓℓση ηιтєѕ
Spoiler
More and more and more suicidal urges.
I want to die...
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Sep 18th, '15, 13:57
by jacobgrey
It's my last day, and everyone just went out for lunch without inviting me. My manager took two days off without telling me she wouldn't be here for my last day, or without sending so much as a goodbye note. Everyone else gets a big meal out and a presentation from their manager and gifts. Am I really just so invisible and worthless to everyone here? I was sad to leave, now I'm so glad because I could never face coming back into the room with those people after this.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Sep 19th, '15, 14:21
by ραριℓℓση ηιтєѕ
As soon as my family left I ended up in a ball on the kitchen floor screaming and crying.
I don't know what to do with myself anymore...I just want to die more and more every single day.
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Oct 7th, '15, 21:25
by Semi Lovely
Yea, ok. So you went through some bad stuff, I guess. I'm sorry that happened to you. But what do you expect from me? You never told me anything. Me. Your boyfriend. All I knew was that you disappeared from my life without a word.Without any way to possibly contact you. And you come back 10 months later and expect everything to be just fine?
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Oct 7th, '15, 21:52
by itsu-datte
is it even worth it anymore?
Re: Dirty Little Secrets...
Posted: Oct 16th, '15, 04:22
by Moi
Spoiler
I don't want to bother anyone anymore. These past two days are horrible. I'm sicking of being where I am. I don't want to keep losing people. I'm so tired of hurting. I'm tired of thinking about tomorrow or what's coming. I don't want to think or feel anything anymore. I'm tired of hurting. But I feel like I bother people too much.
My body is weak and tired. My mind is weak and tired. My soul is weak and tired.