its all wrong. im fucked. i tell everyone things r fine. i tell myself things r going well. but im a liar. a liar to myself. if i tell myself that things r fine then surely one day ill start believing it. isnt that true?
during the day i feel fine. work is going well. i can actually laugh. i was a fool to think that was me. its not.
im trying so so hard to be what everyone wants. but im never good enough. i try to hide myself away. nobody at all really knows n e thing about me. i have no emotions. im an empty shell.
last night i watched this film. the butterfly effect. (its a fab film) this guy has to keep journals. it made me think and i got my diary out and wrote. not written in ages.
i was trying to work things out in my head. the film ended and i cried. i cried so hard i had a panic attack. i couldnt breathe.
the emotional pain is too much. i cant handle it. i needed physical pain. i needed to hurt myself and didnt care how.
i tried to hide it. i tried to ignore the feelings. just to try and get on with things. but it got worse. it hurt so bad.
none of this makes sence so ill shut up.
im sorry
Clare
during the day i feel fine. work is going well. i can actually laugh. i was a fool to think that was me. its not.
im trying so so hard to be what everyone wants. but im never good enough. i try to hide myself away. nobody at all really knows n e thing about me. i have no emotions. im an empty shell.
last night i watched this film. the butterfly effect. (its a fab film) this guy has to keep journals. it made me think and i got my diary out and wrote. not written in ages.
i was trying to work things out in my head. the film ended and i cried. i cried so hard i had a panic attack. i couldnt breathe.
the emotional pain is too much. i cant handle it. i needed physical pain. i needed to hurt myself and didnt care how.
i tried to hide it. i tried to ignore the feelings. just to try and get on with things. but it got worse. it hurt so bad.
none of this makes sence so ill shut up.
im sorry
Clare