This week has been a rough patch for me. Monday, I attempted suicide. At this moment I am sitting in a hospital bed. It smells like rubber gloves and the bed isn’t comfortable. The refuse to let me on my tumblr which consists of “too many triggers”. It’s apparently not healthy for me to be on there so often. Fuck that. Second of all, along with my whole suicide attempt, my arm has been revealed to my mom. My relapses over the past months are being thrown into her face. The cuts and raised scars I’ve hidden for so long are out in the open […]
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