Well, really, I've been feeling terrible the last few days. To keep it short, Wednesday I took an overdose of my mum's pills for psychosis in school. And the same day I started to cut myself. Now, 3 days or so later my whole arm and leg are covered with cuts, and I just started to cut my wrist. Damn, the blood comes fast when you cut your wrist. After the first cut I was bleeding already (I use a breadknife, it's rougher and feels better IMO)

I need help anyways. But at the same time I don't want help.

I've been having moodswings, too. One moment I'm unable to stop laughing, and the other moment I'm crying.

Not helping that my girlfriend just left me, while I was starting to feel the want to cut my wrist... ._.

Damnit, I feel fucked up.

On a sidenote, I want to get another piercing.

I'm obsessed with Ian Curtis at the moment, and Joy Division and the Velvet Underground.

Damn, Morrissey is sexy...

"But I feel alone even when you're here."

I want to feel love... Warmth..

God I love Katie Sketch's voice

I want to bully myself, is that bad?

"Why would you care about what's deadly and what's not, we'll die anyway."

I wish I could have a conversation with James Dean and Ian Curtis, they seem so interesting. Strange, dark people who had a lot of troubles. Yet they were the brightest, most talented ones around at their time. Damn, I want to be like them, and Morrissey...

I want my girlfriend to come back...

Why can't I move in with a family in England? Why do I, if I can go to a foster-home, have to stay in the Netherlands? Why can't I go to Great-Britain? Is that so much to ask for? My bloody heart lies there, even though there's not much left of...

Someone buy me some weed, I don't want to be sober.

Well, there you go, most of the things that bother me at the moment, in one freaking journal entry.
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Also, I decided that I will do requests, if anyone could possibly be interested in my stuff, which I DOUBT ._.