
Originally Posted by
Tren Bull
i want to share a little something with all of you... its some pretty deep, personal thoughts ive been having for a long time that i finally wrote down.
its 4 pm. ive been laying in bed all day... i have this feeling that i should get up and do something, but for the life of me i cant find the motivation to move. all i can think of is how i need to lay perfectly still and let my scrawny ass body heal as much as possible before i tear it up again.
but what for? ive been busting my ass in the gym for years, and the only girl
i wanted to impress doesn't seem to notice, regardless of how many heavy cycles i do. immediately i feel an overwhelming depression come over me, and i almost unintentionally raise my right hand and punch myself in the side of the head. seconds later i follow it up with 2 more... i feel the pain swell up in my head, as if my head was being compressed in a vice.
YOU LIKE THAT MOTHERFU_KER??? il show you pain... il drown you in your own pain.
damn, i can almost feel that .45 barrel on my forhead... i wish someone would kill me before i lose all self control and end it myself... you know, no one would notice or care if i died. so il just take a moment to visualize every person that ive got love for, telling me they dont give a sh_t about me. my family... my friends... i can see every individual person telling me that i can just go shoot myself in the head for all they care.
but there is one person that i continue to dwell on... (can you guess who it is???) elizabeth... and i can hear her in my head telling me she never loved me... telling me she just got done sucking my friends dick and that shes going back for seconds.
HAHAHAHA, hey matt, remember that time liz told you theres guys in highschool that are bigger than you? remember the time she re-enacted how she was fu_king that guy from martinez??? remember that time she told you she was gonna break up with her boyfriend to be with you, but a week later she changed her mind? remember your 23rd birthday when liz told you all about her unofficial boyfriend from culinary school? remember all the times she rejected you? unfortuneately i do remember. it makes me want to stab myself through the head with a large butchers knife... THATL FIX EVERYTHING WON'T IT?
isnt it funny how ive been dwelling on this sh_t for years, and liz probably forgot all about it? out of sight, out of mind?? not quite
i think i have an inner demon, which manifests itself by me deliberately hurting myself. i swear, i can almost see and feel it just beneith my skin, tearing me up from the inside out. its almost like i am my own worst enemy. i told jessica how i feel towards myself, but i dont think she understands. why in the world would i want to inflict pain on myself? even i do not know the answer