Thats the question of the day for me.
How am I feeling?
I feel like my entire being is torn to shreds. The cold emptiness inside me
eats away at my sanity. I feel unloved, unapreciated, unworthy of life.
I feel like a waste of space. I was born to suffer from the begining.
My life nearly ended as it was begining. Every person I ever knew has either abandoned,
hurt, neglected, rejected or turned on me. Though I keep soldiering on. I keep
stiching the pieces of my torn life back together. There are times when
I think my destruction would just be much easier. Despite my beliefs
its easy to think of the peace that could come if it were all done.
I am a miserable wretch. I probly put more people off being my friend or liking me
because of my eccentric and strange ways. Then when someone shows a little
kindness I cling on for dear life and get worried and scare them off.
I have been socially isolated. thats why I stay in the shadows.
the goth life is for me because I am a lonesom creature in a
cold dark world. PEople now days dont give a shit.They watch
others die and it is merely entertaining. Im not talking fake hollywood stuff.
Thing is im tired. I am sick, tired, worn out right at this point close to
throwing in the towel. My relationship at the moment well my marriage is dissolving.
Its been on and off and now upon the time of my 5th anniversary in Feb
I am being told its not working out anymore. the relationship is mutual
for survial, friendship and some companionship. Do our own thing,
and nevermind the promisess broken, the heartbreak, the time, the blood,
the everything. I nearly moved on before but that was ruined whether or not
it was for my own good I was tortured by making the choice to move on.
when I did he dragged me back and pleaded not to leave him. He loved me
and wanted us forever. Now when I finally let him back in he gives me news
that we are too different. We repel each other. Oh how cruel the world is to me!
Stricken with physical and mental maladies from birth, tortured,
beaten, raped and abused. I gave my all and I have nothing left.
I live with my parents in a shithole. I have no car, no job, no life.
I keep fooling myself and thinking it will get better but I turn around
and then the dagger takes another swift swipe. I have bled and cried all
that I can. I feel like a empty and cracked shell. A vessel ready
to shatter so badly nothing can be done but to sweep it up and dispose of it.
I dont know what to do or what to think. I guess thats my fate. My destiny.
The sooner its over the better I guess.