nothings the same.
nothings the way it used to be.
the way it should be.
everythings falling apart. each day that grown near grows harder. i cant go 2 days without cutting anymore. the thought of death is more comforting then the thought of life.
when they ask me if i want to live i have to think long and hard about it and even then i have no answer. im not as strong as they all make me out to be. i try and i try to be strong enogh but im not. im weak.
i cant pretend anymore. i dont want to wait for death to come but […]