Sniffle, sniffle.

[azurelunatic]

I hate it when people get this worked up over what's essentially very little. So I'm human. Big deal. So he called me on it. Big deal. So I bawled my eyes out. OK, that one's probably more of a big deal. So I was examining my wrists on the way home to see where, exactly, it is that I'd need to cut. Mercedes Lackey taught me everything I need to know.

Don't think I would, now. I always tend to start bawling my eyes out if I contemplate suicide hard enough to actually consider it, really truly. I feel very naked and unsafe without a watching personality in the back of my head to pull me back, incapacitate me until feeling better.

Why consider death?

This is a habit of mine. Fall madly in love with someone who doesn't appreciate it, push too far, lose friendship. Rinse, wring, repeat.

I've just about had enough.

Comments

[amberite.livejournal.com]

Right now I only have a hug for you. I just wish I could deliver it in person. *hugs*

[azurelunatic]

Thanks.

Hugs seem to be much-needed.