If you beat the **** out of me right now... I would be happy. If I were to get sick and come down with the flu right now... I would be happy. If I were to get trashed and then have a hangover so bad the next day that I am vomiting stomach acid and feel deathly ill... I would feel happy. I would feel happy because I feel like that is what I deserve. I push anyone who tries to help me out of my life and I don't know why. I try to stop it but i just can't, and at the end of the night it just leaves me lonely and in so much pain I am crying myself to sleep. Can someone explain this for me? Why do I do this?
2007-04-08
20:00:56
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ssmith
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➔ Psychology