I'm a ******** freak.
Seriously.
Shoot me.
In the head.
I think I'm bipolar.
YAY.
Another ******** thing added to my list.
I've been randomly switching into superbly depressed moods, or EXTREMELY angry ones. :]]
I straight up told my mom, "I don't want you near me. Stay away from me, leave me alone." then I shut my door.
The only thing I really act nice for is when it comes to her buying my costume or taking me and my boyfriend somewhere/me to see my boyfriend/my boyfriend to see me. neither of us can drive.
We were at the park today, and I freaked out on Paul just because he wouldn't let me try and climb the slide.
I hit him SO hard on his side with a light saber that he literally collapsed onto the slide.
The only good thing about my life lately is mah Hose-kun.
And even then, I don't know.
I feel like I don't deserve him, that I'm not a good enough girlfriend, I'm not attractive enough, I'm too stupid.
He hates it when I say things like that.
D: I tell him that I've been trying to break the habit for years now.
It started in 7th grade, when I had my nervous breakdown.
It's gotten progressively worse.
I hate the things I write, the things I draw, the things I say, the things I do.
I just, generally..
Hate myself.
:]]
Love you!
<33//Meli
Seriously.
Shoot me.
In the head.
I think I'm bipolar.
YAY.
Another ******** thing added to my list.
I've been randomly switching into superbly depressed moods, or EXTREMELY angry ones. :]]
I straight up told my mom, "I don't want you near me. Stay away from me, leave me alone." then I shut my door.
The only thing I really act nice for is when it comes to her buying my costume or taking me and my boyfriend somewhere/me to see my boyfriend/my boyfriend to see me. neither of us can drive.
We were at the park today, and I freaked out on Paul just because he wouldn't let me try and climb the slide.
I hit him SO hard on his side with a light saber that he literally collapsed onto the slide.
The only good thing about my life lately is mah Hose-kun.
And even then, I don't know.
I feel like I don't deserve him, that I'm not a good enough girlfriend, I'm not attractive enough, I'm too stupid.
He hates it when I say things like that.
D: I tell him that I've been trying to break the habit for years now.
It started in 7th grade, when I had my nervous breakdown.
It's gotten progressively worse.
I hate the things I write, the things I draw, the things I say, the things I do.
I just, generally..
Hate myself.
:]]
Love you!
<33//Meli
Community Member
i want u to read the poem i wrote for you, its the way i feel.