How do i ‘deal’ with it, if its all i can think about ? My best friends are pretty much what keeps me living, and my music of course. Anything sharp, makes me think of cutting. Whenever i go in the pool, i can’t help but think of drowning. My shower door, how it fogs up, reminds me of blood. So basically everything reminds me of dying.
Yes, i like the pain, which makes me weird, but its better than what i live through. No, i wasn’t raped or had family murdered, but i’m closed in. I can tell my friends everything, but whenever im around […]