I thought that I had made 2 very good friends. For a time, we were even close. And then, they just pushed me away. Their reason? "It's always just been us. Please understand.":club:
I had already planned my suicide for months. This was just the leverage I needed to actually go through with it. On the day, I left some strange messages on plurk, such as: "making one last playlist". I was planning on listening to my favorite songs as a slowly died from oxygen deprivation. I won't mention what I was going to use and all that. Just that it had something to do with making sure my body could no longer receive oxygen. I don't want people here trying that, now, do I?
One of them suspected and was panicking. Both of them spoke to me. I didn't go through with the suicide.
I still talked about suicide. It made them angry. They said that me still thinking about it made everything they said seem like garbage. I tried to apologize. They wouldn't even look at me. I sent them an e-mail, all Chelzie did was leave a plurk that said, "You still don't understand."
I don't know what i'm supposed to understand. But I think I do. I think it's just that they can't accept me wanting to die. And because they can't accept or respect that, they don't want to be my friend, or they can't. Because possibly in the event that I do die, they wouldn't be able to take it.
I told my brother about it. He said, "Screw them. They're not your true friends.":club:
I find it so easy to 'click' with people. But then I just seem to be a passing thing, an interesting toy that you play with for maybe a week then forget about. Maybe I'm too clingy. Actually, I know I am. But I want a friend. Someone who's not just always there for talking. I want someone who's also there when you need them, and they go even if they don't want to.
I had already planned my suicide for months. This was just the leverage I needed to actually go through with it. On the day, I left some strange messages on plurk, such as: "making one last playlist". I was planning on listening to my favorite songs as a slowly died from oxygen deprivation. I won't mention what I was going to use and all that. Just that it had something to do with making sure my body could no longer receive oxygen. I don't want people here trying that, now, do I?
One of them suspected and was panicking. Both of them spoke to me. I didn't go through with the suicide.
I still talked about suicide. It made them angry. They said that me still thinking about it made everything they said seem like garbage. I tried to apologize. They wouldn't even look at me. I sent them an e-mail, all Chelzie did was leave a plurk that said, "You still don't understand."
I don't know what i'm supposed to understand. But I think I do. I think it's just that they can't accept me wanting to die. And because they can't accept or respect that, they don't want to be my friend, or they can't. Because possibly in the event that I do die, they wouldn't be able to take it.
I told my brother about it. He said, "Screw them. They're not your true friends.":club:
I find it so easy to 'click' with people. But then I just seem to be a passing thing, an interesting toy that you play with for maybe a week then forget about. Maybe I'm too clingy. Actually, I know I am. But I want a friend. Someone who's not just always there for talking. I want someone who's also there when you need them, and they go even if they don't want to.