mothers day today i cant even get out of bed because of the brusis and the rend and tore mulsel from the stupid amont of push ups i did to punish my self for not stiking up for my self (thats what the paras do to ya befor thay say thay cant exspt you cos of the ibs and asbergis) the driy blood on the bed and the emptey bottels tells me what i need to know the stupid 16 yer old me got drunk last night and cut himself after being bulled im rele patetic at lest its mothers day and i can do somthing good no cant even do that i got her a card and some choclets the uesual shit and she likd it she did but i get a underliying feeling of “reley this the best” to make maters wors i look at my chest its looks like a spider with a razor has gon for a drinkun strol on my chest it is like a web from my pelvis to my coler bone it mikeis with the brusis so ill sit in the shower for a hour or to try to get the weed cigret tar and the booz out of my situm wow so this is my life nothing is good for me no more no wish no wim no way
love you all
will
xxxxxxx
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you better not be giving up on me. D:
no im not going aney were just feel like shit xx