So this is life;

Black.
Definition? Devoid of light, completely dark, total darkness.

Yes, that seems about right.

I cut myself yesterday. I had already promised my one true love that I wouldn't and I broke it. I broke that promise. It wasn't like it was my fault or anything. I mean, what else are you supposed to do when your own mother calls you a fat-ass bitch? As if I wasn't insecure enough? As if I didn't already know that she hates my fucking guts?

Well, it's not like she means it when she says that she loves me. She doesn't even know me.

She doesn't know that I cut myself.
She doesn't know that I think about brutally murdering people.
She doesn't know the shit that I've gone through.
She doesn't know the pain I've suffered through, all the time faking every smile.

She just doesn't understand.

I really don't think anyone ever will.

-Samantha

ohaidurr;

Welcome to the Most Depressing Monologue Ever. My name is Samantha.. you can call me Sam. So, here are the basics:

-Don't piss me off
-I'm more mature than you think
-I'm mostly nice to everyone
-My moods can change very quickly
-I love Jack Barakat
-I'm bi
-I tend to be very depressed (hence the blog title)
-No, I'm not over the fact that Panic At The Disco broke up..

and, yeah. That's pretty much it for the introduction. Oh, I also epically fail at being funny..

kthnxbaii,
Sam