A few months since  I haven’t write anything. But right now everything is so fucked up, I’m fucked up. I’ve been cutting again, besides I haven’t been eating and if I do. I just puke. So I’m back in this horrible shit, that’s called life. Somewhere in my mind I believe there’s hope, but is it there really hope? I just want to finish everything. Nothing makes me feel alive, nothing makes me smile. I’m dying inside, and nobody around me notices.