I don’t know what to write anymore. There’s no way to say my thoughts beautifully. I don’t want to breathe anymore, my lungs don’t deserve it, I just want to bleed and since the scar tissue on my legs are so fucking strong I don’t bleed. It just bleeds enough to clot the cut and nothing more. So I wrecked my arm and it was the most satisfying thing I’ve experienced. My blood ran red down my arm and left drops on the sink. My heart is beating but broken. All I can think of is drowning myself in cocaine and whiskey
I hate my life and I hope I get run over by a semi
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Life isn’t a matter of deserve..
Else a lot of things would be different.
Beautiful maybe isn’t the only point..
Might seem a dumb request, but I hope you look after your arm. I get the mindset behind it, and the mood that leads to it.. just in a different way.
I hope the next day is a little easier to carry.
Yeah I always get the urge to smoke a lot of meth when I’m having a bad day
I think I deserve some meth