well...if it's really that bad and I get to the point of not really given a rats ass oneway or the other...
If it was all wrong...I'd probably go out with a bang or two...or three...
I'd fresia my brains out...lol
Seriously..I'd fresia my fucken brains out so that I can't see freaken striaght or can't remember anything anymore.
Hopefully in the process...I'd get luckie N get into the ultimate pyscho ***** that'll fresia me to death and give me a heart attack or two or three...
Maybe fucken twins to douple up on me just to makesure...
Why fresia around ? lmao
As a suiecide surviver....
I do know that a part of me still wanted to live...(that's the chicken honeysuckle part or my surival instink)
What i wanted to end was the life's situations I was experincing at that time...
The pains, insanity and sufferning of it all...That's what I wanted to end...not my life.
What I was experincing was temperary...though it seem like a life time when I was going through it.
Life changes.
Since then..I've learn some copping skills. Learn more about myself. I experinced a lot of love,happiness and wonderful moments
in my life. My daughter loves me very much today. She wasn't a part of my life back when...
I wouldn't had been to raised her, played with her, read her children books, watch the sunset with her, watch her laugh, sing and smile.
I wouldn't be able to be here for her when she still needs me today to be her daddy even though she's 21 or a young adult.
I wouldn't be able to show her that there's still love and hope in her life today.
Life changes....