Here we fucking go again. 5am, and I’m awake crying. I can’t sleep, and I can’t do anything but cry. Sometimes I wish I never stopped cutting, that would eliminate the desire for relapse.
Who would miss me anyway? If I accidentally tripped out in the road, no one would fucking miss me. Because no one needs me. I’m worthless, I’m useless, I’m a horrible person, and I’m a monster. I’ve heard all that too many times. The only explanation being, it’s true. I’m fucked up.
the sound of teenage girls laughing near you when you’re by yourself is literally the most terrifying thing a person can experience
Put a band in my ask and I’ll tell you
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Do I follow- Yes / No / Now I do
Okay… So I didn’t fall asleep until around 6am, so I look pretty tired, and just now as we were eating, my dad asked me if there was anything wrong, and I said I’m just tired. Then my fucking stepmother proceeds to say “do you expect us to feel sorry for you?”, bitch I never said I did, so SHUT THE FUCK UP.
And before, when I used to cut, I took some razors from the kitchen once, and basically mauled my arms. And when they found them, she just says “there’s still a couple of rounds left, sure you’re not gonna use them?”
If someone’s motivating me to make a change in my life… It sure as hell ain’t you, bitch.
FUCK. What am I doing lying awake at 5am.. When my eyes are so swollen and red I can barely close them, it’s not any easier to sleep.. Sorry. For everything..