I’m alone. I’m under the impression that everyone hates me and so I isolate myself as to avoid annoying them. I don’t know how many people actually hate me but to me it feels like everyone. Yesterday I was home alone for the entire day. I mustve been numb because there where tears running down my face all day. The thought of making those two final red marks down my arms made me feel so happy. My skin began to itch with want and need. I imagined dragging a knife down my arms, somewhere where they wouldn’t find me. Alone. I just want to go. […]
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