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Broken or not, are the worst.

My boyfriend made me promise to him I’d  stop cutting.

as if it’s that easy.

Well it’s been a couple days and today I got really mad, and I don’t always get mad like the normal person. I can’t just sit there and be mad. I need to break things and scream and cut and it’s the worst feeling well today I got really bad and well I cut. alot.

like more than I ever have before at one time.

of course I did it one my legs so he can’t see, but I’m a shitty person. that’s all.

There was a girl. She and this guy dated a couple years ago, and she still liked him. As far as she knew, he still hated her. You see, after they broke up years ago, they still talked, and she confided in him, foolishly thinking she could trust him, and she told him how she cut herself. Well, he stopped talking to her. And he told everyone. He thought she was some crazy-psycho-emo-depressed girl who he wanted nothing to do with. So it’s 1 and a half years later. He starts dating this other girl. Now mind you, this girl has 100 averages in every […]

I wish there was a pill I could take that would make me fall asleep, forever. So I could just cuddle up in all of my blankets, and just sleep. and dream. And just live there, in my dreams, forever. That would be nice…

To kill myself or not kill myself? That is the question. I hate decisions. In the mornings I can’t even decide which pair of socks to wear, so how do I prepare myself to determine a life or death situation? If I choose to live, how do I know if I’ll be happy someday? Will I just have to wait and see? But what if it turns out my life never turns around, and I just spiral deeper and deeper into this  pit of nothingness, living everyday regretting that I never ended myself? That’s the thing, I’ll never know.. and that’s what I hate about […]

I feel nothing. I just feel so empty inside. I feel like someone else is up there in my head controlling everything I do. I want to talk to someone, but I don’t want my parents to find out. I self harm, and I take way too paracetamol at a time, hoping one day i won’t wake up. But the thing is, I’m not sure why i do it, I don’t have a concrete reason. I’m just sad, all the time. My life isn’t perfect, but it isn’t the best either. I just don’t know what to do.