Sleep.
I just want to sleep.
There. There I fantasize, about.. Things.
None stressful. No cutting. Or anything else like cutting.
I’m alone.
I’m gone, in my sleep.
I’m not a so called bother.
And more..
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I skip classes all the time because I can’t get out of bed. Every day hoping that I don’t wake up or the house becomes engulfed in flames and I wake up “too late.”
Exactly. Same.