A guy told me first semester that I was perfect.
I wish I would have told him then how wrong he is.
I’m not, in the least bit, perfect.
I am screwed up.
I’ve screwed up.
My brain’s a mess.
Do people really notice that right now I’m faking it until I make it?
I’m cutting again.
But this time, nobody will find out.
I’m keeping it a secret.
I want to keep it a secret.
I hate that anybody ever found out.
It was a terrible idea that anyone found anything.
I should have never let the razor slip and then I had to ask a friend for help to clean up.
I messed up.
I’m not perfect.
I’m not even good.
I’m a terrible person.
What happened to me?
I’m a mess.
I made a mess of me.
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no matter how big a mess u made,u can always start making differnt disicions,u can start changing your life! i know you can do it! if you need help,advice or just someone to talk to,,i”m always here! just keep going and NEVER give up! eventually you’ll see that things will get better! it’s a long and hard journey,but with help of friends and family,you can get to the end,it’s definetly worth it!! good luck!