(Then)
Dear Dionysus,
Because of you my father has became a drunk. Because of you my life has became a complete and total mess. Last night my father came home drunk from one of the towns many bars. He started yelling at me and telling I was the reason his life was in ruins. I have heard him say this before but tonight he seemed to have a deeper anger then ever before. I sat in my room, on the floor, with my eyes closed and tears flowing down my face. I tried to block out the sound of him but I knew it was pointless, the walls of our house were to thin. After a hour of crying I crawl led over to my bed and pulled out my little blue Tiffany box my mother gave me when i was ten. Inside the box was a pair of pearl earrings and underneath them I hid a small razor, which I took out and slid it across my wrists, the left on first then the right. Two lines on both wrists and I fell asleep watching the blood flow out.
The razor and i became best friends after that and my Tiffany box goes every I go. i never thought my own destruction would make me so happy. My fathers drunken state doesn't even bring me down anymore.
Love,
Raven S.
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(Now)
Attempted suicide. I feel as if that label is placed on my forehead. Suicidal. Emo. Freak. Loser. The last thing they let me read (they decided to only give me pages they choose), I asked about my scars and they told me read this, they tell me as i was killing others (I still don't, can't, believe them) I was killing myself. I can handle reading about the death of people I know, I can handle myself breaking down and going insane, but suicide? I can't, no I refuse to believe I'd try to end my life, but the scars on my wrist say otherwise.
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Confessions of a Teenage Psycopath
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