My chest feels like it is about to fucking explode. I feel like I am about to completely break down. Oh God, all I want is for this to stop! I am so tired of this FUCKING CYCLE: I just want this to stop…. why does being alone have to hurt so much.
I want to cut. No. I need to cut. It has been 84 days since that blade tasted skin. Who was I to think that I could ever overcome depression, huh? Who was I to think that I could ever stop cutting permanently, hmm? Let’s face it the blade has always been there […]