When I’m down in a funk so to speak, feeling depressed and as if I’ve hit rock bottom. When I can’t take anymore and I’m ready to burst out in tears or when it hurts so bad I lose feeling. The look I get is not one of sadness I guess…because everyone runs from me. They take one look and think I’m about to kill them. They’re afraid of me. I’m at my lowest, the time when I could most use a hug, an everyone runs.
I don’t know what it will take for things to get better … if they ever do. I feel like with time … you should already be able to realize what you want, to start to move on … but what about if you are so sure about something, you know it will be impossible to move on? Because that’s how I feel…
I really want to reopen the giant scar on my arm and drift away into the afterlife.
(Source: zuuzuvall)
