A couple days ago. I haven’t cut in a couple months. I’ve going to most likely do it again. I want. Things I can’t have, things I can’t live without. I chose a long sleeve shirt for my job for a reason, I have to just hide it. I think about locking the store, drinking the night away, and just cutting myself till I bleed out in the store. I hope people try and rob me with a gun, so I can ‘do something stupid’ and get myself shot. I’m a coward, I can’t do it myself. I wish I dead. Or just. No I wish I were gone. I wish I can say otherwise.
I’m sorry I met you.
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Why don’t you go donate some blood instead. I know the hospitals could sure use it if the amount of GSW incidents are anything to go by. Plus it’d give you incentive not to self harm.