Tinkerdoodle96

I’ve been asked before why I cut myself, and I’d never wanted to tell anyone, because I can’t find a way to say it without breaking down, but as I sit in my bed, in my room all alone, I can finally answer that question.  I do not want to die.  I know that makes no sense, for me to hurt myself in order to stay alive, but let me explain.  I can’t live like everything is okay, because it’s not.  I take in everything, every name I’ve been called, every rumor about me, every story that isn’t true, and every event that has ever […]