Diehards and Journal Updates
Diehards and Journal Updates
November 15th, 2007
I don’t know what to do with myself. I've been a mess since 7 last night. I don’t even know what time it is now. Don’t care either. But I got the call last night, and I'll never forget. The words that flowed through the answering machine will forever haunt me. Or until my own suicide. Yea, I'm actually playing with that idea. It's not like I have a purpose anymore. The only person I've ever loved in my 19 years of living is gone. Drew was gone, expired, diseased, never to be again. Just dead.
'Time of death - 6:57 PM'
It was a message, there was a lot more to it but I already blacked out. I collapsed when I heard it. And thinking of it now, I just wanna die. Mom's knocking on my door again; she's been trying to get me out of this room. I haven't moved since I collapsed on my bed. Life is pointless. That’s how I truly feel. I'm gonna go wallow in self pity. I'll be sure to write when the cut on my wrist doesn’t hurt so badly anymore.
-Evan =[
I don’t know what to do with myself. I've been a mess since 7 last night. I don’t even know what time it is now. Don’t care either. But I got the call last night, and I'll never forget. The words that flowed through the answering machine will forever haunt me. Or until my own suicide. Yea, I'm actually playing with that idea. It's not like I have a purpose anymore. The only person I've ever loved in my 19 years of living is gone. Drew was gone, expired, diseased, never to be again. Just dead.
'Time of death - 6:57 PM'
It was a message, there was a lot more to it but I already blacked out. I collapsed when I heard it. And thinking of it now, I just wanna die. Mom's knocking on my door again; she's been trying to get me out of this room. I haven't moved since I collapsed on my bed. Life is pointless. That’s how I truly feel. I'm gonna go wallow in self pity. I'll be sure to write when the cut on my wrist doesn’t hurt so badly anymore.
-Evan =[