Hi.
I don't really know where to put this, and i don't expect anyone to understand what i'm on about. I just need to rant cos it's the least unhealthiest way i know how to deal with this.
I'm feeling so out of control at the moment. I keep getting news about people from my old life, they're either dead by suicide or murder, busted, or on the run. My room is completely trashed and i don't even care. I feel like a pastor at my church hates me. I work for the media, which seems to keep bringing up church issues in articles and alot of it's negative or just bloody confusing and i feel like i don't belong in either place, like i must take sides somehow. Well, i'm on God's side, but i'm no example, i'm no light to anyone around here, my lifestyle is #@*)%, i drink, i swear, i sleep around. Well, i'm slipping back anyway. In fact, i'm probably worse than the five years i spent away from God. Although i'm not doing speed or performing anything sexual for money. I feel like there are voices inside me screaming and i'm being pulled in about 20 different directions.
& i'm still kinda grieving for a friend who took his life 2 days before Christmas. Thing is, i changed my mobile no. hours before hand after a "falling out" with my family. Well, we made this promise awhile ago, a few years ago, that if one of us is going to take their lives, we'll contact the other one so we can do it together, so we don't chicken out. He would have known where to find me, he knows i help out at church on Thursday nites, and he would have known to walk around the corner and ask for me there, but it's like he was allergic to God. He's only been to my latest residence a couple of times, when i first moved, but not for ages, so he wouldn't have remembered.
& the world feels different. Then my mouse died, and i can't stand death, everything about it. The smell, the idea, it makes me sick, it makes me want to throw up, and i feel this metal coathanger inside me then i feel cuts up and down my legs.
I feel like i just disappoint everyone i know. Cos they all know i can be better. I have been better. I've almost been good enough, but there's always something they hate about me.
When i'm on the street, i feel like i'm in this giant shopping centre, & i can hear this drone of a million voices and noises but i can't hear a word anyone's saying
I don't really know where to put this, and i don't expect anyone to understand what i'm on about. I just need to rant cos it's the least unhealthiest way i know how to deal with this.
I'm feeling so out of control at the moment. I keep getting news about people from my old life, they're either dead by suicide or murder, busted, or on the run. My room is completely trashed and i don't even care. I feel like a pastor at my church hates me. I work for the media, which seems to keep bringing up church issues in articles and alot of it's negative or just bloody confusing and i feel like i don't belong in either place, like i must take sides somehow. Well, i'm on God's side, but i'm no example, i'm no light to anyone around here, my lifestyle is #@*)%, i drink, i swear, i sleep around. Well, i'm slipping back anyway. In fact, i'm probably worse than the five years i spent away from God. Although i'm not doing speed or performing anything sexual for money. I feel like there are voices inside me screaming and i'm being pulled in about 20 different directions.
& i'm still kinda grieving for a friend who took his life 2 days before Christmas. Thing is, i changed my mobile no. hours before hand after a "falling out" with my family. Well, we made this promise awhile ago, a few years ago, that if one of us is going to take their lives, we'll contact the other one so we can do it together, so we don't chicken out. He would have known where to find me, he knows i help out at church on Thursday nites, and he would have known to walk around the corner and ask for me there, but it's like he was allergic to God. He's only been to my latest residence a couple of times, when i first moved, but not for ages, so he wouldn't have remembered.
& the world feels different. Then my mouse died, and i can't stand death, everything about it. The smell, the idea, it makes me sick, it makes me want to throw up, and i feel this metal coathanger inside me then i feel cuts up and down my legs.
I feel like i just disappoint everyone i know. Cos they all know i can be better. I have been better. I've almost been good enough, but there's always something they hate about me.
When i'm on the street, i feel like i'm in this giant shopping centre, & i can hear this drone of a million voices and noises but i can't hear a word anyone's saying