What is it, really?
It is far too complicated for all of us.
I want to live because there's so many things I have to do that I haven't done yet. But I want to die, because life is virtually pointless, still, and my life in particular is the most horrid thing imaginable - for the most part. Besides - what is a life without love? I have no love. My family doesn't love me, because they don't know who I really am. They don't know that they don't know. All I have are my friends, and a special someone in europe. He's not my love, or anything, he's just a tad more than a friend. It's nothing really.
But that's besides the point.
I have no idea whether I should just wait out life, go with the flow (which I have NO intention of doing), or run away and start a new life. Start over. Make things better, if I can.
I'm not suicidal, but death has started to look pretty good compared to what I'm going through.
Don't worry though - I won't kill myself.
I have unfinished buisness that needs attending too.....
Last night, my friend Kyrie and I were talking about stuff, when we kinda transferred to wicca and our stalkers. She's being stalked by this 'nice' kritter, and I'm being stalked and/or possessed by a possible deamon. We're not really sure what it is. But it's really messing me up, and it attacked both of us last night. I really hope we can get rid of it....
And no, i'm not crazy, mad, insane, or psychotic. I just have an appealing aura.
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