Last night Lizzy posted this on her myspace.
I am deeply worried about her and fear that she might
try again. I'm begging you, I need your help. I've
talked to some of our friends and we're going to do all
we can to help her but she can be very bullheaded.
I am deeply worried about her and fear that she might
try again. I'm begging you, I need your help. I've
talked to some of our friends and we're going to do all
we can to help her but she can be very bullheaded.
Quote:
My name is Chelsea and I am suicidal
I have been for a few years now.
I used to cut.
I attempted twice.
I am willing to do it again.
I fear change.
My parents hate what I am.
My family disowns me.
My friends act like I'm the most annoying thing on earth.
I piss people off more than I make them laugh.
I cry myself to sleep a lot.
I hate my life.
I hate everything about myself.
I hate my parents.
My father is an a**.
My stepdad is a slob.
My mother is a fat a**.
I've tried changing myself, I've failed.
I starved myself for 2 months in 8th grade.
I'm not good enough for my parents.
I'm lazy.
I'm fat.
I'm stupid.
I'm ugly.
If you know me in person, don't tell me I'm not fat, or ugly or stupid. It's hard to believe things like this when my own mother never says anything good about me. It's always "Its ok, but it could have been better." or "You sounded ok." ******** them, I don't need them.
I was forced to grow up too fast.
A boy I knew when I was younger got too friendly.
I never told, I didn't know any better.
I had to take care of my stepdad's kids when they were still here.
I had to be strong for my mom when my stepdad got hurt.
I had to the little ray of sunshine when everything went grey.
Right now, I am really thinking of killing myself.
My life is going nowhere.
I'll be impressed if I pass High School.
I was never praised as a child.
I wasn't loved like I should have been.
My parents didn't want me.
No one listens to me.
I hear a voice in my head that tells me to slit my wrist.
Her name is Lyn.
She is a cold hearted person.
She wants me to die.
She loves it when I fail.
I am emotionaly unstable.
I don't know how much more of this life I can take.
I might not have had the sadest life.
Some may say my life is heaven.
It's not.
It's a new level of hell.
My name is Chelsea and I am suicidal.
I have been for a few years now.
I used to cut.
I attempted twice.
I am willing to do it again.
I fear change.
My parents hate what I am.
My family disowns me.
My friends act like I'm the most annoying thing on earth.
I piss people off more than I make them laugh.
I cry myself to sleep a lot.
I hate my life.
I hate everything about myself.
I hate my parents.
My father is an a**.
My stepdad is a slob.
My mother is a fat a**.
I've tried changing myself, I've failed.
I starved myself for 2 months in 8th grade.
I'm not good enough for my parents.
I'm lazy.
I'm fat.
I'm stupid.
I'm ugly.
If you know me in person, don't tell me I'm not fat, or ugly or stupid. It's hard to believe things like this when my own mother never says anything good about me. It's always "Its ok, but it could have been better." or "You sounded ok." ******** them, I don't need them.
I was forced to grow up too fast.
A boy I knew when I was younger got too friendly.
I never told, I didn't know any better.
I had to take care of my stepdad's kids when they were still here.
I had to be strong for my mom when my stepdad got hurt.
I had to the little ray of sunshine when everything went grey.
Right now, I am really thinking of killing myself.
My life is going nowhere.
I'll be impressed if I pass High School.
I was never praised as a child.
I wasn't loved like I should have been.
My parents didn't want me.
No one listens to me.
I hear a voice in my head that tells me to slit my wrist.
Her name is Lyn.
She is a cold hearted person.
She wants me to die.
She loves it when I fail.
I am emotionaly unstable.
I don't know how much more of this life I can take.
I might not have had the sadest life.
Some may say my life is heaven.
It's not.
It's a new level of hell.
My name is Chelsea and I am suicidal.
I've been watching her and see no reason why
she would want to try it again. I think there is
something deeper going on here, something we
have yet to uncover. I can only hope that we
(her friends) can keep her...sane...until we can
get her better help.
she would want to try it again. I think there is
something deeper going on here, something we
have yet to uncover. I can only hope that we
(her friends) can keep her...sane...until we can
get her better help.
