ChromaticCity

Hey pretty girl...pretty, pretty girl. Oh dear, what happened to you? Blood blood trains blood bullets knives blood knives blood blood...she said. Would it be so much to ask for your hand? Of course, I may destroy you in the process...but as long as I don't have to be there to watch you stitch up your broken skin, then I think we're ok. Blood nails blood blood. My, wherever shall we begin? Shall I take your trust or your love first? Or maybe I should sever your heart and make you believe every lie I tell? Either way, you'll end up like the rest. I'm not here to stay, pretty girl. But my, you're so pretty. Maybe I should stick

Well, umm...that was lot's of fun. I WATCH HORROR MOVIES ON MY OWN NOW. DO I HAVE A SET OF STEEL BALLS OR WHAT?!

So, my anxiety has gotten to the point where people don't want me anymore because I dump all of my problems on them. I've decided I need to be open about these kind of things if I'm going to get better. I've been suffering from generalised anxiety disorder for almost a year now but I've had anxiety sickness for the last few weeks. It's getting worse to the point where I'm refusing to eat or leave my house. I've lost almost 5 kilos in the last month and I keep getting sicker. A couple of months ago I started drinking and doing drugs. I've decided I'm stopping that for good because it's only making me sicker. To make this easier for me, I have