I tried to strangle myself.
I don't really know the reason why I just decided to do it, it just felt like I couldn't continue anymore. I just didn't want to continue life, and I didn't even know the reason. It started hurting, then I stopped. I wanted a peaceful painless death. Why can't you just let me die? I don't know anymore, my head hurts really bad and all I can do is cry about it like a baby. I can't talk to anyone about it too, I don't want to disturb them, I don't want to ruin their day.
I have no one to talk to about this.
I hate this.
It's been months since I've last cut myself.
I used to always cut myself, every night I would take out what I always used to cut myself. I had to stop when I had no space left. I couldn't cut my arms since I didn't have anything to cover up with. I stopped cutting because it had gotten to the point where it felt numb, I didn't feel anything from it anymore, It didn't feel like how it used to.
But today, I had the urge to do so.
It wasn't numb amymore, I felt something, but I don't think it's the same feeling from when I always used to do it. It may be not the same feeling, but it was something.
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Life
Non-FictionPlease step out if you are sensitive about topics of death. This is all just a dump of what I wanna say, but can't say.
