I dont know what to say but I just want to talk. I feel so alone and I feel that I will find some solace through writing. Tears fall on my keyboard and I know my computer cant cheer me up, But then who can?
My best friends are so far away though I know they are always ready to help me
But maybe, what I want is just to be alone, or die or something.
God makes everybody for a reason..for a special purpose.
But I fail to see that in myself. What am I??
One in 7 billion? Somebody nobody really needs.
I dont really have anything that makes me stand out. Im just a puny hyper kid. As so so sooo many people will agree.
Im crying for god knows what reason but sometimes I just HATE myself. What can I do? Nothing, really.Nothing that anybody else cant do.
I know Im writing crap but since this is my blog, imma go ahead and do it.
There's an ache in my heart that hasnt left for the past two years. Once depression set in, it hasnt really left.
Some days are good and I laugh and I think, maybe everything i okay. But underneath it all there's this hurt that NEVER goes and I dont kow why.
Is it because of neglect? Because of some neurological disorder?
Sometimes I feel like I should just die already!
But yet when other people say it, I spout my philospophical crapabout being only so-so age and not having had experienced life as it truly is. Blah blah blah.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
I think I'll just shut up now.
Words fail me right now so I'll let my tears take over.
My best friends are so far away though I know they are always ready to help me
But maybe, what I want is just to be alone, or die or something.
God makes everybody for a reason..for a special purpose.
But I fail to see that in myself. What am I??
One in 7 billion? Somebody nobody really needs.
I dont really have anything that makes me stand out. Im just a puny hyper kid. As so so sooo many people will agree.
Im crying for god knows what reason but sometimes I just HATE myself. What can I do? Nothing, really.Nothing that anybody else cant do.
I know Im writing crap but since this is my blog, imma go ahead and do it.
There's an ache in my heart that hasnt left for the past two years. Once depression set in, it hasnt really left.
Some days are good and I laugh and I think, maybe everything i okay. But underneath it all there's this hurt that NEVER goes and I dont kow why.
Is it because of neglect? Because of some neurological disorder?
Sometimes I feel like I should just die already!
But yet when other people say it, I spout my philospophical crapabout being only so-so age and not having had experienced life as it truly is. Blah blah blah.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
I think I'll just shut up now.
Words fail me right now so I'll let my tears take over.
2 comments:
Who says u r not special? u r the most talented person i hav ever met. u might assume that nobody cares for u but believe me u hav a huge number of ppl who care for u.
Dying is the easiest choice when u r in pain but living through it n getting over it is wat takes guts.U think that nobody wants u around but for some ppl u r a light who illuminates their lives.
Before i met u,i was someone who was living like a shadow of nobody n looking for an identity.After i met u,i understood that being wat u r is important n not wat everyone wants u to b.I m sure that u hav changed a lot of lives like u hav changed mine but u just dont know that.
This is the first time i hav seen u like this n normally u r the one who keeps telling me that i look like someone in depression.
I dont hav much to say but all i wud say is that Zoe stop all this sadism n please return to ur normal self because that is how everyone wants u to be.Please return to ur old short,hyper,perverted-minded self that i always knew.
I don't know who you are, and I don't know what happened in your life to make you think of such extremes. All I know is life, as common as it may seem, is precious. Its given to you to care for, to cherish, and in the end, to make something of it. This making something of it, it's not a predefined objective, it's not something that is engraved in your skin from the time you're born. It's something that you have to find and work towards on your own. Purpose, a single word, can't encompass all that God made you for. You have been, are or will be someone's precious, someone's love, someone's hope, someone's aspiration, someone's idol, and a lot more. End this life now, or get lost in despair and you'll never know what greatness you could've been.
I know I seem the same as all your friends right now, but atleast they had a motive, atleast they knew and cared for you, who am I to you? Nobody. All I care for is that this life, this tremendous opportunity that has been given to you does not go to waste.
I'll leave you with some food for thought.
- Has someone close to you ever died? I bet he/she wishes he had the life you have, to live everyday and not waste it worrying like he/she probably did like the 7 billion in this world. Are you willing to do the same now?
Sincerely,
An Angry Passerby.
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