Category Archives: Suicide

gulping saltwater


“Not everyone wears their scars on their skin.” ― Isla J. Bick “So I go to the ocean to say goodbye… We could have been so glorious.” ― Charlotte Eriksson Somewhere on the side of HWY 71 lies my Saint … Continue reading

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Dear Mrs. Plath


Remember that time when I thought I could write poetry? That was fun. Well, we may have more in common than we thought. They call it electroconvulsive therapy now. You’d know that if you were still alive. My doctor wants … Continue reading

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Progress


So every baby I see I want to take and every couple I see I wish boiling hot oil would fall from the sky and hurt them badly. These aren’t good feelings. So…umm. Got a new therapist though, first appointment … Continue reading

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Well the happy thoughts


Did nothing. He reminds me of Dr. Venture but since he’s not speaking to me 1) can’t tell him that and 2) I doubt he watches the Venture Bros anyway. Because he is not funny. He’s Bazooka Joe funny, unintentionally … Continue reading

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I hope (if I wake… you know the rest)


That I wake up in the morning with only the *good* before and after people still in my memories and life. Nothing else. Nothing of me but what I am to them. And I guess that would just leave no … Continue reading

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Trying like hell


To stop myself from thinking about her and the (billion trillion) things I could have (should have) done differently and how nothing that has happened in the last four months (yesterday, was it four months or four years ago or … Continue reading

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Therapy


When I get these feelings only 3 things make them go away. Fuck. Fight. Cut. Wish I wasn’t crazy. I’m too fucked up. You should leave me. So I painted.

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