yeah, bullying, stress... depression. normaly i can take it but i can't for some reason. it's bad too, having been eating much, lost half a stone in weight
i hear ya girl! hang on in their. i know what you mean. i understand completely... tho i guess youve heard that before. i spent today contemplating and wallowing in self pity, coincidently also listening to the cure and placebo. i too have lost weight through lack of appetite, and not just for food - for life. ive had this feeling that death is the only way out of this horrible repetative cycle we call living. i often thought of suicide... maybe for me its just teenage angst, as im not being bullied - i hope that dont get you down, you need to know you are the bigger person! - but i sometimes feel alone and like noone cares and understands. BUT, then i come on here and suddenly i feel like i have great friends - i have other friends who i also love to bits - who understand me completely and are there for me when im on a downer. thats why im posting now, cuz i wanna repay the favour and comfort you! you guys all mean so much to me and i hate seeing you unhappy, depressed and feeling alone, cuz i know how horrible that feels. so please please feel better soon ... tho i know its not that simple. we can all get through this together! just to let you know im hear if you need a chat!
anyone gets down and needs a friendly chat, and you dont wanna use the forum or msn: my number - 07863303566
yeh, so lets both try and get ourselves together and get back to enjoying being alive. besides, if you dont live theres no brian - that gets me through alot.
sorry if that was a bit freeky, sentimental or scarily depressing.
lots of hugs and love meg.. well.. I"m feeling ok now, but I've been like **** all week.. You know what's the wieredst thing? My friends are never here when I need them. I mean the friends I ahve here, in my town. They never call me or write when I'm feeling like ****, even if they know I feel that way.... Strange thing, isn't it?
Hey, you could be a guy. We get the same but we feel morally obliged to bottle it up while the dark void eats at your soul leaving nothing but a burned out shell of your former self capable of nothing but crying into your hands.
Hope you are ok.
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Aw Meg, you must be haveing a hard time, Bullying is such a hard thing to get through..and i meen, ive been bullied by several different people in my life time, verbal abuse usually, and i meen, i know that it may not seem that much..but it really hurts doesnt it?..people don't understand how much it hurts..but you know what, we can all pull through it, yes? we have to.
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It always blows me away
i think being shot hurts less, blue. your lucky, being a girl sucks at times. but i'm just going to walk away and just humor them. or do wot a certain molko would do, stick his fingers up and say something very insulting.
not a good option, i think just humoring them will work
quote: Originally posted by: Will "me too, i'm terrible for bottlening things up, but it comes out in anger most of the time. lately, it doesn't any more"
Ah, it'll come out. God knows how but it will. That our it'll start to dissolve your soul. Both bad, latter worse.
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same here, i'm going to be more open about things since i've been doing it with out realizing. so PM or mail me if any of you guys want a chat or something
fu*k my mother's screams again damn... I'm trying really hard not to answer to what she's saying.. I don't even want to hear it. I dunno if she's screaming at me or at my dad... I don't want to know DAMN IT
mines ok when i'm ****ed off with her or something, but she has moments where she is cool. like...making me laugh with dirty jokes. or me trying to teach her them, but other times. she bothers me about how sarcastic i can be, to bad temptered. ha! she can talk, that's where i get it from