I’m not optimistic about the future. I think my life is already done. I know, or I think so, that I have skills and abilities. If I wanted to, I could do a lot of things, I could be anything: a genius, a hero, a loved one. Sometimes I feel like I were God, with all the possibilities and a whole life in front of me. And sometimes, I feel like a turtle: small, useless in most of the cases and always quiet and hiding. I know I’m not doing any of what I could do, just because I’m too stupid for doing it and, sincerely, too lazy. A […]
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Prostitue
im staying at my friends house ., she isn’t here and i feel like im going to kill myself i just carn’t stop crying and thinking about sliting my wrists and up my arms to i bleed out im shaking i just carn’t live anymore all guys want to do is use me and make me feel like a prostitue idk what to do anymore iv tried everything nothing works !!! i have a razor blade in my hand i can feel it touch my skin