So right. Yesterday me and Paul was going in town.. but he hurt me while we were messing about and then what I believed lied to me about it since I was marked. So I was walking quietly in pain and he got al stressed and was like "You gonna stay like that for rest of day?" And well his tone just made me say yes, he just annoyed me. He kept screaming at me all through town because I was ignoring him - I didnt want to argue in the middle of a public place. Well it got worse and worse with me saying it was over, because he'd hurt me again. And I'll admit here. I am scared of his temper. Absolutely petrified. But people can't say "Just leave then" Because I'm the one who causes it. I wind him up that bad.
Anyway. I decided. I'm going to the train station and finish it properly. And since he said if I die he does too. I offered the chance to do it at the same time. Holding my hand. Well we got halfway there before he stopped me pleading me not to. But I wanted to. And to be quite honest, I still do.
While stopped their I saw a squirrel. It was knocked over four times. It was having fits and stuff and moved to the pavement by like.. Jumping. But you could tell it wasn't by will it was doing this. I cannot believe people could do this to an innocent animal. I stood there. Watching it die, even 5mins later. It was still dying as I got to it. But I knew I couldnt do anything about it. It was heavily bleeding and parts looked crushed. I got hysterical.
People say I'm not the type to be depressed, that I don't let things get to me that bad and stuff. I used to agree, even when I was 10 and on them for 18months But slowly. I'm starting to disagree. There must be a deep down reason I feel suicidal every day, and why things that don't effect others just trigger me off crying.
[Nympho] Whore · Wed Nov 07, 2007 @ 07:23am · 0 Comments |