Let me tell you what goes on inside the head of a suicidal, or some of them at least.
First off, no, they don’t really want to die. Unless they’re going through some really intense physical pain, then, otherwise, yeah, maybe they do want to die. But, most don’t. No, emo people are longing for love. They long for affection, for acceptance. They wish to feel wanted and adored.
Okay, so today I gave my last letter to my ex-almost.
In retrospect, it’s hella awkward. But, I needed to get it all out of my chest. I apologized for all the things I’ve done that contributed to the deterioration of the relationship, and I expressed my desire to start all over again as friends.
I know it may sound rehashed and repetitive, but I swear that’s the last time.
Well, regardless of what happens from here on out, I’m pretty confident that I’ll face tomorrow contented and with a smile on my face. I’m feeling really pretty good about all of this. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest and I could breathe again.
Still needs some tightening, but it’s presentable more or less. Anyways, this is one of the most meaningful songs to me and I wanted to portray what made it special and sentimental to me. I hope you guys like it 🙂
Okay, so I just uncovered an old poem I wrote back in high school. Damn. It’s fucking horrible and hella embarrassing. At first I thought it wasn’t mine since the handwriting was off, but reading it, I faintly remember bits and pieces of the memory.
Fuck, was this the kind of person I was even back then?? Damn.
I’ve actually been meaning to write and update you guys with what’s going on in my life, but I’ve just been so lazy to do so. Quite a lot has happened actually, I guess some of my stories here won’t be chronologically ordered anymore, but I’ll still write the noteworthy ones.