Secrets Secrets SECRETS

I am ready to kill myself. I have not stopped cutting. I started talking with a guy that wants to have an affair with his wife. I just burned on a small tattoo just so I could feel a little more pain. I took a candle and a paperclip and made small figures on my hand. I’m going to go over it again tomorrow to make it darker. I’m still trying to collect some more money to runaway. I’m still looking to buy drugs, and sex. So many secrets, everyone thinks I’m fine and happy, and I want to keep things that way.