There was this Wednesday where I left school early (was a senior at the time).
I came home, nobody was there except for my dog, Jun, who went crazy seeing that I wasn’t paying any attention to her.
I went upstairs, already a wrist-cutter (just not a suicidal one), filled a bathtub of hot water, got in, and slashed my wrists.
blood wasn’t gushing or anything, but it sure was flowing.
I was there, lying in the tub, for about two hours. wide awake, crying, trying to decide whether I should get out or not, and I heard my little sister starting to scream […]
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