Saturday, 11th April 2015 - 5:02am
I wish that loss of blood had killed me. I wish I had've cut a little deeper. I wish I just fucking left this shit-hole of a world.
I wish I never said those words to him, because now he probably hates me. Because that's the worst torture there is: having your only reason for living hate you. Makes living pointless.
I can not stop crying. I can't believe I was so fucking stupid.
It feels like a part of me has just died because I know that he's disappointed in me and I know that he'll never want anything to do with me again.
Because who would want to help someone as broken and fucked-up as myself, even after I pretty much want them to feel the pain I do?
Because. I don't want to be alone anymore.
I want someone to understand.
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