Instead of cutting my leg or stomach like I usually do, I made a few slits on my wrist. Not deep….but I was satisfied with the amount of blood I drew. Fucked up, I know.
The thing is now it’s gonna be harder to hide. I think I’m finally getting my courage to go further to the vitals. If the rope doesn’t beat the knife to it.
Boy oh boy. Sorry if this is a trigger to any of you. I don’t even know why I feel the need to say this stuff.
I just don’t understand people’s fascination to live same as they can’t understand my […]