In my room
Ropes,people,knives,love,pillows... Those are things that kill. Everything kills me. Sometimes when I get mad I try to kill myself. I put a pillow over my face and try to see if my life just faves away but it never does and I get mad at myself. I can't do anything not even kill myself. I don't know why God put me on this earth if I can't do anything right. It is just a worthless thing to do. He wasted time on me trying to make me but really I can't. I can't pretend like I don't do the things I do. I hide it from everyone but now it is all coming out.(Sabrina if you read this it is real i love you, you are my best friend no one can replace you👣)
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Baby steps
Genç KurguMONDAY When I got a boyfriend I thought it was going to be fun but it is just weird and awkward, so we don't talk we go through the school day pretending like we don't know each other. I want him to come up to me and just hug and kiss me but no. He...
