I cut my legs to the point I think I need to go to the doctor. All because I fucked everything up in my life.
Is it bad that I know where the key is at for my dads guns? Is it bad I got a refil on my medicine and I’m willing to shallow it all? Is it bad that this might be my last night alive?
I said I’m sorry to my ex and now that I’m free I don’t feel bad for him or anything like that. and I can finally agree to date my friend since preschool.
Why did I fall so deeply in love with you that I can’t get over you when you got over me in matter of seconds! Why do I still see you in my dreams! Why do I think of you when I wake up or when I sleep. What was the point of me loving you when you broke my heart and treated me like I was nothing but a whore to you? Why did any of this happen.
All I want in the world is to be happy and he was my only way of happiness
So my ex dumped me about two weeks tomorrow and I have to say I fucked up all of those two weeks, the first week I went to my grandmas and I went to a cherokee bonfire with a couple of friends from there and I met on of my ex boyfriend from second grade, he got me drunk like hardcore drunk but that’s because what I told him about my situation with my current ex boyfriend, later that night he toke me to my uncles cause I was beyond drunk and we fucked. I feel bad because I’m in love with my ex and […]
Every time I ask for help all she does is laugh. All I need is her advice, but instead she would laugh. She doesn’t look at my arms anymore because she thinks I’m normal but really I have razor cuts all over my arms. When I started to cut she always thought It was a break up, but It was always her. She made fun of me and my friends. Always blamed me for her and my stepdad fighting. I’ve been cutting myself for over a week because of her. I just need her to accept me and know that I am my own person. […]
I had too, I needed the pain to get away from me. It was unbearable; work was terrible, my mom yelled at me called me a slut. So I needed to get ride of the pain. So I found my mom scissors and I toke it out on my arms. It stings but I like how it feels. I wish I could fix my life or at least leave it.
I’ve realized that the pain has been growing inside me for the past two almost three months since my cousin death. Everything has been falling apart to me. Everyone says that I’m going to be fine I’m a couple of days but I always knew they were wrong. My cousin was killed in a car accident and ever since then I’ve been having the gut feeling in my stomach saying that it is my time to go. She is waiting for me wherever she is, and that she needs me there. The thing about her being gone is knowing I can’t talk to my best […]