I'm going to talk to myself.
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Thread Topic: I'm going to talk to myself.
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Me 1: so what is bothering you today?
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Me 2: suckish. I can't say anything anymore, I kill every thread I post in, and no one listens to me anymore. Online one or two people might comment, but now? Nothing! Nothing from either side.
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Me 1: and when did this start?
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Me 2: seriously? -_- this has been going on my entire life. Anyone else in the world, "my parents threaten to/did slap me!" "a teacher harassed me!" anything that I deal with daily? To me all I get is, "suck it up, your life could be worse" and I understand that it could, but it's pretty bad right now and I would appreciate SOME help every here and there. Other people? "oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! That must be awful!" no one ever pulls through on what they tell me. I've heard, "don't be afraid to come to me if there's something wrong" so many times and every time the person gets sick of me. They don't realize how much shit I have. No one is there anymore. I cut myself all the time and all my parents do is tell me not to be depressed, but gig me every reason to be! My mom yells at me for not spending my life in front of the laundry. "I could do it perfectly fine and I did it everyday" WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO TALK?! Last half of the school year who did the laundry? ME. and who didn't get paid? Me. So why not just do it myself? I got more done in a week than she got done in the year. Then I get blamed for anything I didn't do. I'm blame able because I don't like them blaming all their shiz on me? DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE THE FREAKING RIGHT TO BLAME EVERYTHING ON ME. I am so sick of them and I'm tempted to just grab my scissors and stab my forehead tonight just because I'm sick of them. The cat kept me up until five and so I slept a little later? I'm a lazy fatass that doesn't have a life. I am on the computer too much. Mom lives on her Mac and Leah is on her iPad just as much if not longer than me yet I'm the only one who's called a fatso. I'm done with them. I took one pill, just one, earlier to try to do something. I don't know anything! Ay reaction at all. Maybe I can just continue with the nails and take a pain pill. Works for little miss perfect right? No one's figured out her dirty little secret even though she blew mine. Abbey shouldnt have been trusted. Little brat told perfect pants because they're friends? What about my right to privacy? Way to keep a secret.
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Me 1: okay um I'm you and you don't know how to make your life better and I have no clue either. :S
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Me 2: exactly. This shit does not stop. Ever! It's not going to stop until I stop and my stop might not be too far away.
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Me 1: don't kill yourself. You know you don't want that. On the bright side no one intruded this! That's a first.
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.... I've never gotten angry after listening to your problems...
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Me 2: I know I don't. It's just so hard sometimes. I'm the only one begging me not to though. And that always happens to me. I talk to myself because no on else would care to talk to me and they know I'm ranting or being a beotch or something so thy ignore me.
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I never thought that. :(
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*sigh* I can help others, but I can't help myself.
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*huggle* Stop talking to yourself.
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:/ who else would listen? Most people here don't even know me and the others are busy.
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I would! *snuggle* You know I love you, and will listen to your problems.
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:'c I just want it to stop.
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