"Stop the world. I want to get off." - Anthony Newly
The first time I read this, I cried - hard - and I laughed. Because it resonated with me so well that it hurt. It captured exactly what I was feeling and what I had been feeling almost my entire life in two simple sentences.
But before I get into all that, I suppose I should properly introduce myself.
Hello, World, this is Sparrowspeak - 20-year-old girl(woman?), on-and-off college student, singer/songwriter, and self harm addict. (But am I really? I mean, I could stop anytime I wanted to, couldn't I? I'm the one in control, aren't I?) Also, I hate pretty much everything about me. I shouldn't exist, I have no pratical value, I'm weak and easily broken. You should probably hate me too... shutting up now.
I've been hurting myself regularly for about a year and a half, but I suppose I technically started around six or seven years ago. If asked to give a reason, I guess I'd just have to say "it's what I am". I think too much, I don't connect well with other people, and I'm lonely in my solitude. I wanted to SPEAK but I didn't have the WORDS. As if my freakish methods of communication were translated anyway. It seemed like it was so easy for everyone else and I was always on the outside wondering how they did it. Read more »