I hate feeling this way. I almost can’t take it anymore. If I don’t cut, I’m going to explode. But if I do, everything else will go to shit. And I’ll have one more disgusting scar on my body that I’ll ave to look at every day for the rest of my life. When does this end? Seriously. When will this be over? It’s like the word suicide is my new word for hope. It’s as comforting to me as hope used to be. I don’t have hope anymore. I just have these overwhelming feelings and only one way out. That scares me.
