Just had another fight with him today. That’s all we do these days.
I always take the passive side and don’t say what i really want to because i know he’ll just hang up, walk away or not talk to me.
Such a child.
All i want to do is learn how to stand my ground and make him listen but in our fights it always becomes a ***** sesh about what i have done wrong. Although i guess that’s everyone’s opinion when they are in a fight.
I moved out of my brothers today, my little niece finally isn’t around so i can cut again.
I can’t wait to feel the smooth caress of that blade on my skin and the warm blood that drains out slowly down my arm.
That feeling is my only solace and motivation to continue living. To feel that pleasure, to feel that high.