Great.
My best friends' mom attempted suicide. Their family situation is really bad... I mean, REALLY bad. It's hard to try to be a good friend and listen to her when being already depressed.
And we can hardly buy food nowadays, no money...
I'm just one tiny step away from full psychosis...
And goddamn afraid of growing old and dying. The funny thing is, I still think of suicide sometimes.
I don't get it.
I don't get myself.
I know nothing.
And I feel I don't even want to learn, I'll just be hurt again.
Such a spineless bastard, I am.
And a fat one.
I'll never eat again.
But the art school is nice (about 200 ppl tried to get in, and 10 passed, I was one of the 10...), got some new friends already.
Tags: art, death, depression, school, suicide
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