Random Self-Quarrells and arguments.

Part 70

I sit here at this normal Lenevo computer desktop searching for some salvation. I'm not entirely sure what kind of savior I find in writing to the randoms of this shitty world but here I am. Writing. Again. You know when you're down in the dumps and the little things just set you off like a ticking time bomb? Well if you don't this chapter isn't for you. It's like... somebody says something and you're already subtly pissed off and for some reason that you don't understand you just blow up at the next thing that would normally just peeve you... Immediately after you regret your decision and try to justify or reason for why you exploded over nothing.... then you get called  on for playing the victim which is well.... fair enough I guess. I'm thinking I go to a mental health place to get myself checked out again. It's been a while... two more suicide attempts, one incident with self harm and I should probably talk about what the hell is going on with me and food lately. I'll eat way too much (out of stress most of the time) for a week or two. Then a bit later I wont eat anything at all, the most I went for until going back to stress eating was almost two months. Ah well, this isn't my personal diary, this is getting published eventually so I''l just shut up and carry on with my weird ass music and my shitty day. more chapters are coming soon ya'll, so stay posted. ;)

"Every thought is a battle, 

Every breath is a war,

I don't think I'm winning anymore.."