Life hurts...
Eating more than 8 Tylenols can damage your liver... how do I know this... well, desperate times call for desperate measures... NO i didn't take them.. but I thought of it.. but then even having thought of it makes me teary... how could I possibly know what a damaged liver means and still go through with it..?
Eating more than 8 Tylenols can damage your liver... how do I know this... well, desperate times call for desperate measures... NO i didn't take them.. but I thought of it.. but then even having thought of it makes me teary... how could I possibly know what a damaged liver means and still go through with it..?
Burns can scar you for a long long time.. probably a lifetime.. I would know that better than anyone, with the still alive mark of boiling water spill on my leg as a kid. And then again, a hot iron on my arm...well lets just say experience tells me it stings and stays as a reminder of a defeat to your own mind; and i don't wanna swell up in tears each time I look at it...!
I wish I had a bed with legs...so I could atleast hide under my bed...but fate bestows me with no such thing. I have nothing to say for myself.. just that i feel like I am depressed and not even family and friends can give me hope. I have nothing to say to anyone. It's no fun to not like yourself and to top that, pizza addiction is doing me no good...and the worst part is I don't even like pizza anymore...its just what it is - an addiction:
The term addiction is used to describe a recurring compulsion by an individual to engage in some specific activity, despite harmful consequences, as deemed by the user themselves to their individual health, mental state, or social life.
Why don't I like myself...? don't know, but first one must know that my life is amazing... I am living a dream...doing what I always wanted to do.. I am loved by my parents and the love of my life... All that is perfect... but Am I? yeah yeah.. i know... a person doesn't have to be perfect.. I don't wanna be either. I just want to love myself, just the way I always did. Like one never has to have a reason to love someone, i can't seem to find the reason why I stopped loving myself. I just don't.
Answers can be found only when you know the right Questions. So how can that powerful being so lovingly called God by us be the answer to my unsought quest? And I've found out that when everything in life is going your way.. you need to find a way to mess things over...Why? Well, coz a perfect life seems just a myth. Hence, seeking refuge from myself and my self-proclaimed depression, I anticipate that only a dire wish-fulfillment of an Invisibility Cloak can save the day!
