Stay.Blazed.420
Bluelighter
i'm sick of living in this fucking house. The only fucking reason i'm back living with my god damned mother and stupid cunt of a step father is because the stupid fucking city police house invaded me (BECAUSE MY ROOMMATE HAD A WARRANT) looking for god damned COCAINE AND FIREARMS and all they FUCKING FOUND was 2 ounces of weed and a scale, and now i'm up against god damned (BULLSHIT) trafficking charges!! i spent two weeks in fucking jail because of this!!! all my crime ever was, was SMOKING POT AND OWNING A SCALE TO MAKE SURE I DON'T GET RIPPED OFF. but now i'm on mother fucking probation, monthy drug tests, curfew, and i was forced to move out of my place that i lived with my girllfriend at, and had no other choice but move in here or go back to jail.
WELL I KNOW I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK TO JAIL. FUCK THAT.
I just had a mini-freak attack at 4am and punched a couple more holes in my (already hole-ridden) door and then just laid on my bed and cried like a little fucking bitch. Straight up bawling like i'm a god damned fucking child. why? BECAUSE I CAN'T HANDLE THE FUCKING DEPRESSION.
Then he comes down here and says 'oh you fucking woke me up you piece of shit, i gotta fucking wake up early tomorrow' and all i did was beg and plead for him to forgive me, i said 'i'm so sorry please just forgive me i'm sorry i never meant to wake you up, i am just a mess right now' and all he said was 'well i'm disconnecting your fucking internet now, and go the fuck to bed' and i said 'i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, i just can't sleep, i feel worthless' and he said 'oh grow up' and then i started freaking out and punching myself in the head as hard as i could and he must have heard and said 'quit that immature fucking shit and grow up and be a fucking man' and i said 'DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA HOW DEPRESSED I AM? I WANT TO FUCKING DIE!! I WISH I WAS FUCKING DEAD! I FUCKING HATE MYSELF, I HATE MY FUCKING LIFE, I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN' and he says 'well then pull the fucking trigger already'
Right there i stopped. Now i'm not crying. Now all i can think about is suicide. I really REALLY want to fucking end my miserable life right now. I realize i was being an asshole by waking him up by not being able to control my emotions and by punching the door. but this fucking asshole, cunt, fucking piece of shit really doesn't fucking believe me when i say i want to end my fucking life.
WELL YOU KNOW WHAT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. MAYBE I FUCKING WILL.
I don't even KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO DO WITH MYSELF RIGHT NOW. I read the suicide help thread and i'm giving myself 24 hours before i make any decisions, but this cunty fuck (who's only in this house because he likes my mom [he couldn't give a rats ass about me]) doesn't take me seriously when i say this shit. (and i don't say it all the time, this is the second time i've ever told him i want to kill myself)
If he doesn't wanna take my seriously, then i should fucking show him how serious i am. i should go slit my fucking throat right there in the kitchen so when he wakes his lazy fucking ass up in the morning he can see just how serious i was. and i'm not scared of going out in a painful way. i WANT IT to be painful. I want to fucking slowly bleed out and die a miserable death just like i lived this miserable fucking life. He says 'pull the fucking trigger'??? i'll fucking pull the god damned trigger you fucking asshole piece of shit just give me the god damned fucking gun.
i'm fucking sick of this shit. i'm sick of my life. i'm sick of being on probation and risk going to jail for months if i make a little mistake all because i smoked pot. i'm sick of all these fucking pills i have to take for anxiety, bi-polar disorder, and my many other fucked up disorders. I hate my fucking life. If there's a greater power out there i fucking DEMAND it sends a drunk driver at me, a fatal disease, or some other way of imminent death so i can fucking leave this place. There might not be life after death, but atleast it's better than this fucking shit.
i also punched my alarm clock into three pieces.. punching through the circuit board and everything. my hand is bleeding. i don't feel anything. in fact even after the initial rage had surpassed i punched it again as hard as i could just to make my hand hurt.. but it still doesn't hurt. I just want to feel pain. but i told myself i'll never cut again. I already punched holes in my door too so i dunno how to get physical pain to distract me from the emotional pain.
WELL I KNOW I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK TO JAIL. FUCK THAT.
I just had a mini-freak attack at 4am and punched a couple more holes in my (already hole-ridden) door and then just laid on my bed and cried like a little fucking bitch. Straight up bawling like i'm a god damned fucking child. why? BECAUSE I CAN'T HANDLE THE FUCKING DEPRESSION.
Then he comes down here and says 'oh you fucking woke me up you piece of shit, i gotta fucking wake up early tomorrow' and all i did was beg and plead for him to forgive me, i said 'i'm so sorry please just forgive me i'm sorry i never meant to wake you up, i am just a mess right now' and all he said was 'well i'm disconnecting your fucking internet now, and go the fuck to bed' and i said 'i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, i just can't sleep, i feel worthless' and he said 'oh grow up' and then i started freaking out and punching myself in the head as hard as i could and he must have heard and said 'quit that immature fucking shit and grow up and be a fucking man' and i said 'DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA HOW DEPRESSED I AM? I WANT TO FUCKING DIE!! I WISH I WAS FUCKING DEAD! I FUCKING HATE MYSELF, I HATE MY FUCKING LIFE, I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN' and he says 'well then pull the fucking trigger already'
Right there i stopped. Now i'm not crying. Now all i can think about is suicide. I really REALLY want to fucking end my miserable life right now. I realize i was being an asshole by waking him up by not being able to control my emotions and by punching the door. but this fucking asshole, cunt, fucking piece of shit really doesn't fucking believe me when i say i want to end my fucking life.
WELL YOU KNOW WHAT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. MAYBE I FUCKING WILL.
I don't even KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO DO WITH MYSELF RIGHT NOW. I read the suicide help thread and i'm giving myself 24 hours before i make any decisions, but this cunty fuck (who's only in this house because he likes my mom [he couldn't give a rats ass about me]) doesn't take me seriously when i say this shit. (and i don't say it all the time, this is the second time i've ever told him i want to kill myself)
If he doesn't wanna take my seriously, then i should fucking show him how serious i am. i should go slit my fucking throat right there in the kitchen so when he wakes his lazy fucking ass up in the morning he can see just how serious i was. and i'm not scared of going out in a painful way. i WANT IT to be painful. I want to fucking slowly bleed out and die a miserable death just like i lived this miserable fucking life. He says 'pull the fucking trigger'??? i'll fucking pull the god damned trigger you fucking asshole piece of shit just give me the god damned fucking gun.
i'm fucking sick of this shit. i'm sick of my life. i'm sick of being on probation and risk going to jail for months if i make a little mistake all because i smoked pot. i'm sick of all these fucking pills i have to take for anxiety, bi-polar disorder, and my many other fucked up disorders. I hate my fucking life. If there's a greater power out there i fucking DEMAND it sends a drunk driver at me, a fatal disease, or some other way of imminent death so i can fucking leave this place. There might not be life after death, but atleast it's better than this fucking shit.
i also punched my alarm clock into three pieces.. punching through the circuit board and everything. my hand is bleeding. i don't feel anything. in fact even after the initial rage had surpassed i punched it again as hard as i could just to make my hand hurt.. but it still doesn't hurt. I just want to feel pain. but i told myself i'll never cut again. I already punched holes in my door too so i dunno how to get physical pain to distract me from the emotional pain.
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