I’m not going to survive the night. Please call the police now. This pain is unbearable. I’ll cut my own throat. I know you don’t understand the torture I’m going through, I know you can’t bring yourself to speak to me. Please, Karla, it will save my life.
Hey, sweetie
•September 3, 2010 17:36 • Leave a CommentHey, I kind of want to die, a lot. If you ever cared for me, can you call? Blocked, of course, just long enough to tell me it’s going to be ok? Please? This hurts so much.
Help
•September 3, 2010 16:50 • Leave a CommentIf you are human, help me. Email me, talk to me. I’m drinking now. I might not live until the morning. Please, just say hello. I’m so alone, I hurt so much….
mason @ chipped . net
The yoga of thought
•September 3, 2010 16:43 • Leave a CommentIs there a yoga of thought? A yoga that will release me from this endless corridor of pain and torment? A yoga of the mind? My mind races at the speed of infinity, and it hurts more than you could ever possibly imagine. What can I do to reign it’s nuclear blast power into myself and control the power and pain?
Im starting to think
•September 3, 2010 16:20 • Leave a CommentA year in jail is better than this torture. When I can’t take it anymore I’ll meet you at your door and call the police on myself. You have no idea how painful this is every single day. I don’t know how you add up karma, but I’m living a nightmare, every day is torment beyond anything that you can imagine. I hope to god this doesn’t phase you. My god, I want to die EVERY SINGLE DAY. Do you know how that feels? I wish my own death every second of my life. I will take it, someday.
So
•September 3, 2010 15:57 • Leave a CommentHere’s what you are doing to me… I was perfectly fine, hanging out with Julie (who made Rusty Wells website, small world), I got home and then suddenly this overwhelming urge came over me to send you a letter and kill myself. This is daily now. Multiple times a day. One day I will not be able to stop myself. Please, for fuck’s sake, help me, Karla!!