Since everyone knows what I am by now, what my hobbies are etc I might as well start a blog about my suicideal thoughts.
It's not like I wake up wanting to kill myself everyday, it usually isn't. But when it is it's really really sad. It's like life isn't worth living, it's like noone is here for me, except for my kids that is. Today is one of those days I just wish I could just open the fucking window and just dissappear like a free bird, but I can't, I'm still hear instead, chained on the kitchen table.
Today is one of these days I don't want to hear anything from anyone, yet deep inside I know I just need some distraction. Yet I don't want to go out, I want to stay here and sleep all day and think about how people have betrayed me over and over again, how they treated me like shit over and over and over. Is it true, did they really treat me like shit? Something inside me says they did, but that's what people do, they treat other people like shit, it's not something personal, or is it?
Μέχρι αύριο , που δε θα θυμάμαι πάλι τίποτα, θα σας αγαπώ όλους, θα περνιέμαι τις μερικές φορές για πολύ χαζή, τις άλλες μισές για πολύ έξυπνή και μέχρι να με πάρει ο ύπνος δε θα σκέφτομαι τίποτα για κανέναν και θα κοιμηθώ ενώ στο background θα παίζουν οι στριγγκλιές και τα κλάμματα των παιδιών....
It's not like I wake up wanting to kill myself everyday, it usually isn't. But when it is it's really really sad. It's like life isn't worth living, it's like noone is here for me, except for my kids that is. Today is one of those days I just wish I could just open the fucking window and just dissappear like a free bird, but I can't, I'm still hear instead, chained on the kitchen table.
Today is one of these days I don't want to hear anything from anyone, yet deep inside I know I just need some distraction. Yet I don't want to go out, I want to stay here and sleep all day and think about how people have betrayed me over and over again, how they treated me like shit over and over and over. Is it true, did they really treat me like shit? Something inside me says they did, but that's what people do, they treat other people like shit, it's not something personal, or is it?
Μέχρι αύριο , που δε θα θυμάμαι πάλι τίποτα, θα σας αγαπώ όλους, θα περνιέμαι τις μερικές φορές για πολύ χαζή, τις άλλες μισές για πολύ έξυπνή και μέχρι να με πάρει ο ύπνος δε θα σκέφτομαι τίποτα για κανέναν και θα κοιμηθώ ενώ στο background θα παίζουν οι στριγγκλιές και τα κλάμματα των παιδιών....
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