It makes no sense to me that I continue living when this life ceased to bring me joy so long ago. Here I sit, slicing my skin open once again, after so many years of staying away from it. I hope this is the time that kills me. I hope everyone hates the art I leave behind, and hates me for not staying awake another day. That’d be just perfect.
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Sarcasm or masochism??? Well I’m sorry, please don’t slit your wrists, it’s only 10% effective, try a more efficient method. Maybe smoke weed, that’s how I’m still alive!
I smoked weed for years. It was a lot better than actually facing life everyday. I can’t anymore, though. Anytime I smoke I just want to kill myself more. Panic attacks and paranoia just aren’t that much fun. I would love to take molly everyday though. That seemed to do the trick. Too bad you can’t do it everyday.
Geeze don’t do it it’s really messy and the scars I can’t bear the scars I had to have plastic surgery cos looking at the mess I made even freaked me out let alone anyone who saw it
hi xsolstice… if I may ask, what is happening? There are people here who will listen.